As Bennett opened his mouth to drink it, Long Sin with a laugh
slowly pulled the cup away and poured its contents on the floor.
Bennett's body had now become still more rigid. Every sign of
intelligence had left his face, and although his eyes did not
close, a blank stare came over his countenance, indicating plainly
that the drug had destroyed all consciousness.
. . . . . . . .
By this time, I was slowly recovering my senses in the secretary's
office, where Bennett had left me in the disguise of the Clutching
Hand. Elaine, the secretary, and the clerks were gathered round
me, doing all they could to revive me.
Meanwhile, Kennedy had enlisted the aid of two detectives and was
scouring the city for a trace of Bennett or the taxicab in which
he had fled.
Somehow, Kennedy suspected, instinctively, that Long Sin might
give a clue to Bennett's whereabouts, and a few moments later, we
were all on our way in a car to Long Sin's house.
Though we did not know it, Long Sin, at the moment when Kennedy
knocked at his door, was feeling in his inside pocket to see that
the map he had taken from Bennett was perfectly safe. Finding that
he had it, he smiled with his peculiar oriental guile. Then he
opened the door, and stood for a moment, silent.
"Where is Bennett?" demanded Kennedy.
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