Grantley had unmistakably revealed his vindictiveness and willingness to go to any length. When he was himself again, therefore, his influence would be in the highest degree antagonistic, rather than otherwise.
That was doubtless what Siebold and the rest were waiting for—to get orders from Grantley for the final disposal of their enemies.
But Patsy was to experience still another shock.
Almost immediately after the fourth prisoner had been thrown upon the indiscriminate heap, a fifth form was added to it.
For perhaps half a minute Patsy puzzled over the identity of this latest arrival; then, in a flash, he guessed the harrowing truth.
It must be the Jewish girl, the vivisectionist’s victim; and she had almost certainly been brought there—unquestionably more dead than alive—to get her out of the way in case the bluecoats should search the house.
CHAPTER VIII.
A SINISTER CELL.
That conviction made Patsy cringe more than ever.
Had they done anything to relieve the girl’s sufferings or close the gaping wound they had made in her breast?
Or had they thrown her in there just as she was, to die?