44/67 All the indescribable beauty of the place was strong around him, but he saw only the bruised face of the suffering boy, who had hedged for the information he wanted as a diplomat, argued as a judge, fought as a sheik, and triumphed as a devil. How had McLean gotten there and how long had he been there? At last he arose, and going to the case, took out his revolver and the wire-mending apparatus and locked the door. Then he turned to McLean. Soak yourself in the hottest bath your skin will bear and go to bed at once. |