It is pain which will rack you from head to foot, and will remain with you all your life in memory.
Sometimes," he said philosophically, "it drives me mad, but I do not think it will drive you mad." He took out the cork and dipped a little camel-hair brush in the mixture, withdrawing it moist with fluid.

He was watching Milburgh all the time, and when the stout man opened his mouth to yell he thrust a silk handkerchief, which he drew with lightning speed from his pocket, into the open mouth.
"Wait, wait!" gasped the muffled voice of Milburgh.

"I have something to tell you--something that your master should know." "That is very good," said Ling Chu coolly, and pulled out the handkerchief.

"You shall tell me the truth." "What truth can I tell you ?" asked the man, sweating with fear.

Great beads of sweat were lying on his face.
"You shall confess the truth that you killed Thornton Lyne," said Ling Chu.