CHAPTER XXII 

Wingate, notwithstanding his iron nerve, awoke with a start, in the grey of the following morning, to find his heart pounding against his ribs and a chill sense of horror stealing into his brain. Nothing had happened or was happening except that one cry,--the low, awful cry of a man in agony. He sat up, switched on the electric light by his side and gazed at the round table, his fingers clenched around the butt of his pistol. Dredlinton, from whom had come the sound, had fallen with his head and shoulders upon the table. His face was invisible, only there crept from his hidden lips a faint repetition of the cry,--the hideous sob, it might have been, as of a spirit descending into hell. Then there was silence. Phipps was sitting bolt upright, his eyes wide open, motionless but breathing heavily. He seemed to be in a state of coma, neither wholly asleep nor wholly conscious. Rees was leaning as far back in his chair as his cords permitted. His patch of high colour had gone; there was an ugly twist to his mouth, a livid tinge in his complexion, but nevertheless he slept. Wingate rose to his feet and watched. Phipps seemed keyed up to suffering. Dredlinton showed no sign. Their gaoler strolled up to the table. 

"There is the bread there, Phipps," he said, "a breakfast tray outside and some coffee. How goes it?" 

Phipps turned his leaden face. His eyes glowed dully. 

"Go to hell!" he muttered. 
Who was sleeping?
Was he easily frightened?
How did he feel when he woke?
What did he hear?
Where was it coming from?
Where were the men?
What does the gaoler offer them?
Does Phipps appreciate the offer?
Was Phipps asleep?
Was he entirely awake?
So what did he seem to be like?
Was Rees asleep?
What shape was the table?
Was Rees tied up?
What was in Wingate's hand?
Did Wingate stay in bed?
What time of day does the scene take place?
Is it a bright morning?
Did something occur while Wingate was asleep?
Wingate
Wingate, notwithstanding his iron nerve, awoke with a start
No
Wingate, notwithstanding his iron nerve
terrified
awoke with a start, in the grey of the following morning, to find his heart pounding against his ribs and a chill sense of horror stealing into his brain.
a low, awful cry
Nothing had happened or was happening except that one cry,--the low, awful cry of a man in agony.
Dredlinton
Dredlinton, from whom had come the sound
A gaol
Their gaoler strolled up to the table. 
bread and coffee
"There is the bread there, Phipps," he said, "a breakfast tray outside and some coffee.
No
Phipps turned his leaden face. His eyes glowed dully. 

"Go to hell!" he muttered. 
No
He seemed to be in a state of coma, neither wholly asleep nor wholly conscious.
No
He seemed to be in a state of coma, neither wholly asleep nor wholly conscious.
in a state of coma
He seemed to be in a state of coma, neither wholly asleep nor wholly conscious.
Yes
Rees was leaning as far back in his chair as his cords permitted. His patch of high colour had gone; there was an ugly twist to his mouth, a livid tinge in his complexion, but nevertheless he slept.
it was round
gazed at the round table,
Yes
Rees was leaning as far back in his chair as his cords permitted.
a pistol
his fingers clenched around the butt of his pistol
No
Wingate rose to his feet and watched.
morning
Wingate, notwithstanding his iron nerve, awoke with a start, in the grey of the following morning,
no
in the grey of the following morning
No
Nothing had happened or was happening