"I got you away from Beimer—afraid of trouble—want to help you." Astro spoke very distinctly, as if to a deaf man.
The lieutenant felt for his coat, found himself without one, seemed puzzled, and dropped back again limply.
"The—draw—" his voice ended in a mumble.
"Yes, the drawer! What drawer?" Astro asked eagerly.
"Find draw—" The lieutenant seemed to drop asleep.
"I wonder what he means? There's something on his mind. No doubt he has hidden something." Astro looked keenly at Valeska under drawn brows.
"Can't you revive him again?" she asked.
"No use trying the ammonia yet. It seems to have too great a reaction and sends him into a deeper sleep. We'll have to wait till he comes to himself for a moment naturally. You know what it is now, don't you?"
She nodded. "And I found it out, curiously, only from the dictionary. I looked up the word 'assassin,' and found that it came from Hashashin or hashish eater. Then I looked up about the Old Man of the Mountain who used to drug his followers with bhang till they would commit any crime, and that led me, of course, to Cannabis Indica, or Indian hemp, and I found out all about the effects of hashish."
"Yes, I thought these amateur assassins were innocent enough,—only a club to experiment with hashish; for with a moderate dose the sensations are wonderful, and well worth trying,—but there's more in this than that. What is Beimer up to? That's what I want to know."
