It surged inward, knocked against the chair, upset the latter, something tinkled to the floor--and four officers, with Kline at their head, jumped into the room.
Jimmie Dale never moved.

A flashlight played around the room and focused upon him--and then he was shaken roughly--only to fall inertly back on the bed again.
"I guess this is all right, Mr.Kline," said one of the officers.

"It's Larry the Bat, and he's doped to the eyes.

There's the stuff on the floor we knocked off the chair." "Light the gas!" directed Kline curtly; and, being obeyed, stooped to the floor and picked up a hypodermic syringe and a small bottle.

He held the bottle to the light, and read the label: LIQUOR MORPHINAE.