It's lucky he didn't recall where he'd seen it.

Or--perhaps he did." With a start, he came out of his half-hypnotic daze--a daze which had endured but a few seconds.

And once more his rallying will-power and senses made him acutely alive to the hideous peril in which he crouched.
Then--in one of the odd revulsions which flash across men at unnaturally high tension--his daze and his terror merged all at once into a blaze of wholesome rage.

Nor was his rage directed against Rodney Hade, but against Milo Standish, the man whose life he had saved not twenty hours earlier, and who had repaid that mighty service now by helping to arrange his murder.
At the thought Brice grew hot with fury.

He longed to stand face to face with the blackguard who had rewarded a life-gift in such vile fashion.