Shadow, the Mysterious Detective/Chapter 24
CHAPTER XXIV.
"HELP IS HERE!"
Not because she pitied Helen, or wished to save her life as a matter of humanity, but because she had received her orders, Tige sprang to the task of getting her victim out of the convulsions into which she had been thrown by torture.
Tige found it necessary to call for help, and did so.
For some time Helen's life hung as in a balance, and it was a matter of doubt what the result would be.
But hard work carried off the palm of victory, and at last Tige drew back with a satisfied grunt.
She next dismissed the person she had called to assist her.
Now her brow began to cloud with anger, directed at Helen, for having unconsciously caused her some anxiety.
Anxious Tige had been, for she always endeavored to do exactly as her partners wished, since by doing so she held them bound to her by closer ties of interest, and thereby was enabled to demand countenance, protection, and support from them.
It had been Brown's orders to kill Helen only as the extreme alternative, his first wish being that she should be driven mad.
Tige did not blame herself for Helen having gone into convulsions.
Not at all.
In her estimation it was the victim's own fault, and Helen must be made to suffer for having caused her so much trouble.
Wiping the perspiration from her forehead, Tige sat down to await Helen's return to consciousness.
It occurred soon after.
The poor girl opened her eyes, saw Tige beside her, shuddered, cowered down like a timid hare beset by a blood-hound, and closed her eyes, to shut out the sight of her tormentor.
"A pretty girl you are, to give me so much trouble!" growled Tige. "I'm going at you again for doing it."
On hearing these words, Helen began to shake, and a second or two later she went into a fit of hysterics.
A gloating look came into Tige's face.
It was music to her ears, these hysterical sobs and moans of her victim.
"The corner is turned," muttered Tige, as she stood beside the bed, looking down on Helen.
She referred to the corner of Helen's reason. She meant that the edge was entered.
Poor girl!
Never before in her life had she had a hysterical attack.
Her mind had been too healthy and strong for that, and it indicated, as Tige said, that the turning point was reached.
A vigorous following up of the mental impressions left on Helen's mind by the torture she had endured could not fail to result in the dethronement of her reason.
Tige was too well posted in her business, however, to attempt to torture Helen while suffering with hysterics. To have done so must inevitably have resulted in an immediate attack of convulsions again.
Instead, she took herself out of her victim's sight, and sent in one of the attendants to look after her.
When Helen had become somewhat calm, she was offered food, which, as before, she declined.
But of the really excellent wine she took three glasses.
Having sworn on a Bible, which was brought in, that she would not shriek or cry for help, the attendant removed the gag.
Sometimes gagged, sometimes not, sometimes bound to her bed, and again left unbound, but never permitted to leave her room, some days passed.
Several times each day Tige would pass suddenly into the poor girl's presence, and no matter how composed Helen might have been a minute before, the sight of her torturer at once threw her into an excited state, at the same time inducing a fear that caused her to retreat into a corner, quivering and gasping for breath, while a cold dew that sprang from every pore would bathe her entire body.
This was what Tige liked to see.
It indicated the state of Helen's mind, and kept her nerves constantly in a state of tension.
Few people have any idea of the frailty of the tenure which the human mind holds on reason, or how easily the mind can be warped or upset.
Helen's appetite was tempted with good food, daintily prepared, and rich wines were kept always at her hand. Of all these she now partook freely, wondering at the kindness manifested for her in this direction, but never once dreaming that it was done to build up her physical strength, so that she might stand a greater amount of torture without fainting, or going into hysterics or convulsions.
So the days passed for a period, the length of which Helen never knew.
She had flung herself on the bed one day, and had fallen asleep.
She was awakened by her wrists and ankles being clutched hold of. Opening her eyes, she saw Tige and two of the attendants there.
The scream that arose to her lips was cut short by the strong grip of the human she-hyena fastening on her throat.
When wrists and ankles had been secured to the four corners of the bed, they proceeded to gag Helen, who was then left alone with Tige.
This time the torture was one of burning with red-hot irons.
Tige had brought in with her a small charcoal furnace with which to heat the implements of torture.
She first touched the irons to the soles of the victim's feet.
Then Tige touched the iron to the palms of Helen's hand.
It was terrible!
Helen had lived so generously that she was stronger in body than when tortured before, and as she writhed and twisted the ropes squeaked and strained.
A throe of anguish caused her to concentrate her strength with one grand effort, and the rope that held her right hand parted.
Quick as a flash she dragged off the gag, and madly shrieked for help.
Tige sprang on her to throttle her, to choke her down; but her hands became nerveless and her face like that of a corpse, as a ringing voice exclaimed:
"Help is here!"