He slumped forward across the body of his antagonist.
CHAPTER SEVEN
WONG INTERVENES
When Ross returned to consciousness it was with a sense of bewilderment. His head seemed alive with shooting pains: his eyes burned intensely; his body was sore and stiff.
Gradually he fought the fog from his brain and opened his eyes. He was dimly aware that he was back in his prison room, stretched out on the table. Painfully he sat up.
And then he saw that he was not alone. There was another person in the room. As his eyes pierced the semi-gloom he was aware that the man before him was Arthur Ward.
Instantly his brain cleared, and he swung himself around to face his jailor.
Ward was standing in the center of the room, his feet wide apart, his hands behind his back. A sardonic smile disfigured his face.
“Well,” he inquired, “so you decided not to die?”
“Yes, I decided not to die,” said Ross. “I might remind you, too, that it is no longer morning and I have not been hung.”
“No, and you’re not going to be, either. I have prepared a much more pleasant death for you.”