They only know that he's fading away--turning from a strong, virile old man into a thin, nervous, shivering wreck.

But I know! I know! They're dosing him somehow with some diabolical Javanese thing, those two.

And yesterday--God help me!--yesterday, I, too, dropped like a shot bird; I, too, had the convulsions and the weakness and the fainting-fit.

My time has begun also!" "Bless my soul! what a diabolical thing!" put in Narkom agitatedly.

"No wonder you appealed to me!" "No wonder!" Bawdrey replied.