“Keep quiet, Chick!”
“You will obey—obey—obey!” moaned the deep voice.
The girl did not speak. She only stared. Nick Carter could not see her eyes now, because her face was turned away, but he had no doubt that some intelligence had come into them, and that she was looking into those strange eyes which had appeared in the idol’s sockets on the former occasion.[Pg 31]
“Speak! I command!” went on the idol. “You will obey?”
“Yes, I will obey,” replied Clarice, in a low monotone.
“It will be death if you do not,” said the deep voice.
“It will be death!” repeated Clarice.
“Before you leave this house, a package of papers will be placed in your hand.”
“A package of papers!” she repeated, like an automaton.
“Those papers, with the exception of a few, are the same that you brought this morning.”