Jones knew quite well what was coming, but was unable even to close his
eyes. He felt all the fearful pains himself just as though he were
actually the sufferer; but now, as he stared, he felt something more
besides; and when the tall man deliberately approached the rack and
plunged the heated iron first into one eye and then into the other, he
heard the faint fizzing of it, and felt his own eyes burst in frightful
pain from his head. At the same moment, unable longer to control
himself, he uttered a wild shriek and dashed forward to seize the
torturer and tear him to a thousand pieces. Instantly, in a flash, the
entire scene vanished; darkness rushed in to fill the room, and he felt
himself lifted off his feet by some force like a great wind and borne
swiftly away into space.

When he recovered his senses he was standing just outside the house and
the figure of Thorpe was beside him in the gloom. The great doors were
in the act of closing behind him, but before they shut he fancied he
caught a glimpse of an immense veiled figure standing upon the
threshold, with flaming eyes, and in his hand a bright weapon like a
shining sword of fire.

"Come quickly now--all is over!" Thorpe whispered.

"And the dark man--?" gasped the clerk, as he moved swiftly by the
other's side.

"In this present life is the Manager of the company."

"And the victim?"

"Was yourself!"