There was a note of genuine admiration in his tone.
"Mr.Quest," he declared, "you've got the biggest nerve of any man I have ever known." The criminologist smiled.
"This sort of bully is always a coward when it comes to the pinch," he remarked.
* * * * * Crouching in her chair, her pale, terror-stricken face supported between her hands, Lenora, her eyes filled with hopeless misery, gazed at the dumb instrument upon the table.

Her last gleam of hope seemed to be passing.
Her little friend was silent.

Once more her weary fingers spelt out a final, despairing message.
"What has happened to you?
I am waiting to hear all the time.

Has Craig told you where I am?
I am afraid!" There was still no reply.

Her head sank a little lower on to her folded arms.