A little cloud of faint mist rushed through the holes; a queer, aromatic perfume, growing stronger every moment, seemed to creep into the farthest corners of the room.

In less than ten seconds Julian opened his eyes.

In half a minute he was sitting up.

His eyes were bright once more, there was colour in his cheeks.

Bright spoke to him warningly.
"Mr.Orden," he enjoined, "sit where you are.