Chapter 50

I heard her terrified whisper--"Dick! Help me, Dick," and I lay there sprawling, helpless. And still they stood there--staring at my adored girl. Hypnotism, of course--I realised that after. They were hypnotising her in front of my eyes, and, poor child, it didn't take long. Even though time is jumbled in my mind, just as it is in a dream, it cannot have been more than a minute before I saw her--my Molly--walking towards them round the table with little, short, jerky steps. I could see her hands clenched rigidly at…