Chapter 23

Time passed. Finally he ceased his idle wandering about the room and sank into the chair. His pipe and tobacco still remained in his pocket. He took out his pipe, lighted it, and fell to considering his strange predicament. It seemed that ages had passed before he detected approaching footsteps. The bolt was raised. The heavy door swung on its hinges. His captor stood outside, gun in hand. Behind him was a Chinaman, carrying a tray on which was food. The Chinese entered the room, placed the tray on the table and ar…