But he did not hear that quarter.

He must have fallen into an uneasy sleep for he began to dream.

He dreamt he was in China again and had fallen into the hands of that baneful society, the "Cheerful Hearts." He was in a temple, lying on a great black slab of stone, bound hand and foot, and above him he saw the leader of the gang, knife in hand, peering down into his face with a malicious grin--and it was the face of Odette Rider! He saw the knife raised and woke sweating.
The church clock was booming three and a deep silence lay on the world.
But there was somebody in his room.

He knew that and lay motionless, peering out of half-closed eyes from one corner to the other.

There was nobody to be seen, nothing to be heard, but his sixth sense told him that somebody was present.