author - "James Hay"

ll you?"Mr. Sloane found compliance impossible. He could not steady his hand sufficiently. "Hold that torch, judge," Hastings prompted. "It's knocked me out--completely," Sloane said, surrendering the torch to Wilton. Webster, the pallor still on his face, a look of horror in his eyes, stood on the side of the body opposite the detective. At brief intervals he raised first one foot, then the other, clear of the ground and set it down again. He was unconscious of making