With a sinister smile and a shrug of his shoulders Long Sin
pointed to the cup from which Bennett had drunk.
"But, dear master," he remarked suavely, "you have already drunk a
full dose of the potion which causes insensibility, and it is
overcoming you. Even now," he added, "you are too weak to rise."
Bennett made frantic efforts to move from his seat, but the potion
was already taking effect, and through sheer weakness he found he
was unable to get on his feet in spite of all his struggles.
With a malicious chuckle Long Sin moved closer to his victim and
spoke again.
"Divulge where your seven million dollars are hidden," he
suggested craftily, "and I will give you an antidote."
By this time Bennett, who was becoming more rigid each moment, was
unable to speak, but by a movement of his head and an expression
in his eyes he indicated that he was ready to agree to the
Chinaman's proposal.
"Where have you hidden the seven million dollars?" repeated Long
Sin.
Slowly, and after a desperate struggle, Bennett managed to raise
one hand and pointed to his breast pocket. The Chinaman instantly
thrust in his hand and drew out a map.
For some moments Long Sin examined the map intently, and, with a
grin of satisfaction, he placed it in his own pocket. Then he
mixed what he declared was a sure antidote, and, pouring some of
the liquor into a cup, he held it to Bennett's lips.
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