Chapter 24 KISMET!

Words cannot paint the nauseating horror of that moment. Fear-cold, abject, awful fear-ran through my veins like a drug; my face was clammy with the sweat of utter terror; my hands clutched wildly at some drapery, which tore from its fastenings and came down in my grasp....

Three shafts of lights swept across the floor, and almost at once picked