When London Sleeps — page 156: what you’re looking at

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IN THE TOILS. 151 drops on the handkerchief, and she would be quiet until morning. He raised the square of linen, and poured upon it a portion of the contents of the bottle. Then he bent over Queenie. But, as he did so, Sammy rose suddenly from be- hind the couch end dashed both bottle and handker- chief from his hand. Taken though he was by surprise, Haynes grap- pled at once with his unknown assailant. ‘The cap- tain was a powerful man and he would probably have inade short work of his antagonist, had it not been for Queenie’s presence of mind. Although disguised, she knew it must be Samuiny. She bounded from the couch, and, snatching up the handkerchief, she darted behind Haynes, and pressed it closely over his nose and mouth. It was in vain for him to struggle; the fumes of the drug gradually overpowered him, and Sammy managed to pinion his arms so that he could not tear away the handker- chief. In a very few moments, Rodney Haynes, hoist with his own petard, fell heavily to the ground, power- less, inert, unconscious. “Oh, Saminy,’’ exclaimed Queenie, frightened at the results of her own action, ‘‘will it kill him ?”’ “Not it!’ laughed Sammy, delightedly. “‘It isn’t rat poison.’’ As he spoke he stooped, and picked up a pocket - book which in the struggle had fallen from one of — Haynes’ pockets, comicbooks.co