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Rh single exclamation. It seemed as if the orator’s words had no effect on him.

A strange feeling came over me.

Either he is a novice in the spy business or else a hardened old wolf.

“Look here,” I shouted aloud, unable to hold myself and paying no attention to the speaker.

Just then a strange light seemed to shine in his eyes.

Funny! Surely the cur can feel something.

The man lifted his arm as if with the intention of clapping but it fell heavily on to his knees.

His eyes glared in the gathering twilight. In an instant the very blood froze in my veins.

On his knees were two artificial arms.

The man had no hands.