Sharp pains gripped Harry’s back. He gasped with anguish.
“Hold it,” ordered the old man. “Will you speak now?”
Harry was desperate. This prolonged agony would become insufferable. No hope lay ahead, yet his one desire was to postpone the coming torture. He nodded his head.
“All right,” said Isaac Coffran. “Who sent you here?”
“I came — of my own — accord,” gasped Harry.
The old man gazed at him sharply.
“I know who sent you” — his voice hissed through tightly closed teeth. “You came from The Shadow!”
If Isaac Coffran had sought to make Harry betray the fact which he suspected, his efforts were without avail. For no change came over the young man’s face.
“You know who The Shadow is, don’t you?” questioned the inquisitor.
Harry shook his head to indicate his ignorance. Old Isaac Coffran laughed harshly.