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　was　grotesque　and　brutal。　It　shone　with　yellow　pallor。
　　Foy　was　still　living；　Ling　Soo　could　see。
　　The　squat　Chinaman　waited。　He　thought　that　Foy　was　regaining　consciousness。　The　slitlike　eyelids　were　moving。　Ling　Soo　cackled　again；　and　his　insidious　chuckle　was　loud　in　that　hollowed　space　in　the　heart　of　the　wooden　ship。
　　Foy　would　have　his　chance　to　speak。　If　he　would　not　speak；　Ling　Soo　would　wait　and　give　him　an　opportunity。　Then…whether　or　not　he　spoke…Foy　would　die！　That　was　the　verdict。
　　Ling　Soo；　as　though　in　ceremony；　uttered　words　aloud…designing；　perhaps；　that　they　would　reach　the　ears　of　the　man　who　was　recovering　his　senses。
　　〃It　is　death！　Green　Eyes　has　spoken！〃
　　These　were　the　words　which　Ling　Soo　uttered；　in　the　language　of　his　native　land。
　　
　　
　　　CHAPTER　XX　
　　　ON　THE　TORTURE　RACK　
　　THE　eyes　of　Foy　opened。　They　were　wide；　and　they　gleamed　in　the　light　of　the　lantern…gleamed　as　Ling　Soo　had　never　seen　them　gleam　before。
　　An　instant　later；　that　flash　was　gone。　The　yellow　lids　were　half　closed；　in　the　manner　of　Foy。
　　Before　him；　The　Shadow　saw　the　merciless　form　of　Ling　Soo。　Then　The　Shadow　looked　upward；　and　his　half…closed　eyes　took　in　the　strange　surroundings。　His　keen　brain；　usually　alert；　was　working　slowly　for　the　moment。
　　The　strain　upon　the　wrists　was　great。　The　Shadow；　brought　to　full　wakefulness　by　pain；　began　to　sense　the　hopelessness　of　his　predicament。　In　this　terrible　position；　escape　belonged　to　the　realm　of　impossibility。
　　Ling　Soo's　cackling　laugh　echoed　in　the　gloomy　partment。　The　master　of　the　Wu…Fan　was　gloating。　He　spoke　to　his　false　henchman；　Foy；　and　his　words　were　filled　with　sinister　significance。
　　〃Why　did　you　betray？〃　This　question　was　in　Chinese。　〃Tell　me　why…or　you　shall　know　the　torture。〃
　　The　hanging　man　did　not　reply。
　　〃Your　misery　will　be　long；〃　declared　Ling　Soo　solemnly。　〃Speak！　Tell　the　truth　of　your　perfidy。　Then　only　shall　the　torture　end。〃
　　The　sullen　lips　of　Foy　did　not　move。
　　〃You　let　our　enemy　escape；〃　gloated　Ling　Soo；　〃but　that　shall　not　save　you。　He　was　overpowered…perhaps　he　is　dead　at　this　moment。　I　am　to　perform　the　duty　that　was　to　be　yours。　Our　plans　shall　prevail…in　spite　of　your　treachery；　Foy。〃
　　The　words　had　no　effect　upon　the　prisoner。
　　〃You　will　not　speak？〃　Ling　Soo's　question　was　malicious。　〃Then　know　the　torture！　Your　senses　have　been　gone。　You　have　not　felt　the　great　pain　yet。
　　Unless　you　speak　now；　I　shall　depart。　You　shall　suffer　while　I　am　away。〃
　　The　eyelids　of　Foy　were　narrow　and　defiant。
　　〃You　have　had　your　choice；〃　said　Ling　Soo　calmly。　〃I　go。　If　you　cry　out　…
　　it　can　do　you　no　good。　Our　friends；　only；　are　here。〃
　　He　hung　the　lantern　on　the　wall。　He　stood；　squat　and　glaring；　by　the　open　door　to　the　next　partment。　The　shadow　of　Foy；　long　and　fantastic；　spread　across　the　floor。　Ling　Soo　had　no　time　for　shadows。
　　〃Remember；〃　came　his　cackling；　singsong　tones；　〃you　are　in　the　rack　of　torture。　The　rack　from　which　no　man　can　save　himself！〃
　　With　that；　Ling　Soo　was　gone。　Leaving　the　lantern　so　its　glow　would　remind　Foy　of　his　hopeless　position；　Ling　Soo　closed　the　door。
　　As　an　instrument　of　agony；　the　Chinese　torture　rack　was　one　of　the　strangest　and　most　formidable　devices　in　all　the　world。　It　brought　slower　pain　than　did　the　infernal　creations　of　the　Middle　Ages；　but　its　work　was　sure。
　　Ling　Soo　had　spoken　the　truth　when　he　had　praised　this　Oriental　contrivance；　but　he　had　been　in　error　when　he　had　said　that　escape　was　impossible。　Some　years　before；　one　man　had　managed　to　extricate　himself　from　its　toils。　The　American；　Houdini；　had　allowed　himself　to　be　fastened　in　a　Chinese　torture　rack　and　had　worked　his　way　free　after　long　and　strenuous　efforts。
　　There　had　been　only　one　Houdini…a　master　of　his　art。　Strong　and　powerful；　he　had　used　his　amazing　ingenuity　to　its　utmost　in　that　escape。　Now　The　Shadow；　weakened　from　his　terrible　fall　into　the　hold　of　the　ship；　was　confronted　by　the　same　problem　that　had　taxed　the　skill　of　Houdini。
　　With　The　Shadow；　it　meant　life　or　death。　Unless　his　mighty　mind　could　divine　the　only　possible　way　of　overing　the　hold　of　this　machine；　unless　his　weary　muscles　could　respond　to　the　efforts　that　were　demanded；　The　Shadow　would　perish！
　　Time；　too；　was　short。　The　Shadow；　with　wired　ropes　about　his　wrists；　had　been　restrained　while　unconscious。　He　had　gained　no　opportunity　to　fight　against　the　bonds　when　they　had　been　placed　upon　him。
　　His　arms　were　already　wearied　from　the　strain　which　they　had　undergone。
　　For　he　had　dangled　long　before　his　consciousness　had　returned　to　him！
　　There　he　hung。　His　fingers　could　not　reach　the　knots　upon　his　wrists。　They　were　more　than　a　foot　below　the　cross　beam　of　the　rack。　It　was　humanly　impossible　to　move　upward。　Nor　could　his　feet　avail　him；　for　they　barely　touched　the　floor！
　　Buried　alive　in　the　hollow　of　the　deep…set　Chinese　junk；　The　Shadow　faced　the　most　terrible　situation　in　his　long　career。
　　Free；　he　could　struggle　against　odds　that　were　seemingly　unconquerable。
　　Bound　with　ordinary　restraints；　he　could　fight　his　way　free。　But　he　was　now　in　the　grasp　of　the　powerful　device　that　was　the　greatest　machination　ever　designed　by　a　subtle；　Oriental　mind！
　　Could；　The　Shadow　meet　this　formidable　test…the　one　that　Houdini　alone　had　undergone　successfully？
　　His　motionless；　hanging　body；　with　its　still　shadow　stretched　across　the　floor；　betokened　plete　helplessness。　The　longer　that　it　remained　in　that　position；　the　more　The　Shadow's　strength　would　dwindle。　That　was　the　most　sinister　factor　of　this　horrible　Chinese　torture　rack。
　　At　last；　The　Shadow　moved。　In　the　silence　of　that　room；　broken　only　by　a　soft　lapping　of　tiny　waves　against　the　wooden　sides　of　the　Pung…Shoon；　the　hands　of　The　Shadow　clutched　above　his　head。　Futilely　at　first；　they　finally　succeeded　in　gripping　the　rope　that　led　to　the　beam　above。
　　
　　
　　BUT　the　fingers；　alone；　could　afford　no　aid。　Although　they　worked　with　supernormal　strength；　they　did　not　raise　the　body　a　fraction　of　an　inch。
　　The　fingers　did　not　seek　that　impossible　task。　They　were　twisting　at　the　rope。　The　dangling　form　began　to　sway。　The　toes　added　to　the　sidewise　motion。
　　Grazing　the　floor；　they　added　to　the　swing。
　　The　action　was　prolonged　and　tedious。　The　fingers；　gripping；　worked　from　above。　The　feet　raised　slightly　from　the　floor　each　time　the　body　moved　gently　to　one　side。　As　it　went　in　the　opposite　direction；　the　feet；　stretched　toes　downward；　added　an　impetus。
　　Inch　by　inch；　the　motion　increased。　Each　swing　was　longer；　now。　Fingers　and　toes；　working　together　and　using　every　possible　effort；　were　increasing　the　momentum。
　　Tedious　though　it　seemed；　The　Shadow　was　gaining　what　he　desired。
　　His　body　was　swinging　like　a　living　pendulum！
　　What　was　the　purpose　of　this　amazing　action？
　　It　could　not　strain　the　stout　rope。　That　was　too　firmly　fastened。　Ling　Soo　had　left　naught　to　chance。　Seemingly；　The　Shadow　was　expending　tremendous　effort…all　in　vain！
　　Yet　the　pendulum　swing　kept　on；　while　the　grotesque　shadow　on　the　floor　followed　back　and　forth　beneath　the　glow　of　the　single　lantern。
　　Wider…longer　were　the　swings。　Off　to　the　right；　The　Shadow's　foot　almost　touched　the　upright　post　on　that　side。　Back　went　the　swing；　the　left　foot　just　touched　the　other　post。
　　The　wild　swings　still　increased。　Then　came　the　final　one；　that　served　The　Shadow's　purpose。
　　The　right　foot；　stretching　to　its　utmost；　went　barely　past　the　upright　post。　The　extended　toes　were　just　beyond　that　spot。　With　uncanny　skill；　the　tip　of　the　foot　caught　the　post　and　stopped　the　swing。
　　The　body　did　not　return　across　the　floor　between　the　posts。　Instead；　the　foot　made　the　utmost　of　its　momentary　hold。　It　squirmed　and　worked　until　the　ankle　was　beyond　the　post。　Then；　with　the　body　moving　upward；　the　knee　made　its　grip。　The　left　leg　had　joined　in　the　work　now。
　　Inch　by　inch；　The　Shadow's　lower　limbs　were　climbing　to　the　top　of　the　upright　post！
　　The　objective　was　reached。　The　Shadow　rested。　His　body；　doubled；　was　beneath　the　crossbeam。　His　knees　gripping　near　the　joint　of　the　upright