The lantern showed his haggard eyes with dark lines beneath them.
'Good God, old man, have you been sick ?' I cried.
'Not sick,' he said hoarsely.

'My body is right enough, but the last few days I have been living in hell.' Blenkiron nodded sympathetically.

That was how he himself would have described the company of the lady.
I marched across to him and gripped both his wrists.
'Look at me,' I said, 'straight in the eyes.' His eyes were like a sleep-walker's, unwinking, unseeing.

'Great heavens, man, you've been drugged!' I said.
'Drugged,' he cried, with a weary laugh.

'Yes, I have been drugged, but not by any physic.