he was carried to the platform and given some drink, but he was never sure. He
did not notice what became of his guide. When his mind was clear again he was
on his feet; eager hands were assisting him to stand. He was in a big alcove, occupying the position that in his previous experience had been devoted to the lower boxes. If this was indeed a theatre.
A mighty tumult was in his ears, a thunderous roar, the shouting of a countless
multitude. “It is the Sleeper! The Sleeper is with us!”
“The Sleeper is with us! The Master—the Owner! The Master is with us. He
is safe.”
Graham had a surging vision of a great hall crowded with people. He saw no
individuals, he was conscious of a froth of pink faces, of waving arms and garments, he felt the occult influence of a vast crowd pouring ove
