Involuntarily Jack sat down and awaited the fellow’s next movement.
“What have you to say before you die? Any word to send to any person?”
“You don’t mean to take my life?”
“I do. It isn’t worth the snuffing of a candle just now. All the money in the world could not save you.”
Suddenly Jack was pounced upon by the human wolf and crushed deeper into the chair.
A pair of demon hands seemed to meet behind his windpipe, and he tried, but vainly, to rise.
His eyes bulged from his head, his tongue protruded and he emitted a groan.
Three minutes later the demon arose and looked down at the dark face in the chair.
Then he went through the crook’s pockets and found nothing of value even to him.
Behind Jack was a wall tolerably white, and the murderer went toward it. He took a pencil from his pocket and wrote in scrawling characters across the surface a few words that seemed to please him.