"Probably they want to question me, and find out who I have been in communication with.
They shall get nothing, at present, anyhow." He kept his eyes resolutely closed.

Presently, he heard a door open, and another man come in.

A few words were exchanged, and, this time, wine instead of water was poured down his throat.

Then he was partly lifted up, and felt a cooling sensation at the back of his head.

Some bandages were passed round it, and he was laid down again.