For a space he was sickeningly dizzy, and in the first moment of that dizziness, when every drop of blood in his body seemed rushing to his brain, his vision was twisted and his sense of direction gone.

In his rage he had overexerted himself.

He knew that something had gone wrong inside him and that he was helpless.

Even then his impulse was to stagger toward the inanimate Mercer and kick him, but hands caught him and held him.

He heard an amazed voice, then another--and something hard and cold shut round his wrists like a pair of toothless jaws.
It was Constable Carter, Inspector Kedsty's right-hand man about barracks, that he saw first; then old Sands, the caretaker at Cardigan's place.