Then his eyes half closed, and he sat quite still--a tired, weary-looking man, almost unnaturally pale.
"They have kept their word," he said softly to himself, "after many years.

After many years!" * * * * * Duson came in to undress him shortly afterwards.

He saw signs of the struggle, but made no comment.

Mr.Sabin, after a moment's hesitation, took a phial from his pocket and poured a few drops into a wineglassful of water.
"Duson," he said, "bring me some despatch forms and a pencil." "Yes, sir." Mr.Sabin wrote for several moments.

Then he placed the forms in an envelope, sealed it, and handed it to Duson.
"Duson," he said, "that fellow Horser is annoyed with me.