Lyall self suicide

His deep-voiced command rumble through the silent room, but Dain did not move. To the casual eye he was far away in the dream realms of exhausted sleep.. 

 Lyall waited a moment or two and then poke him gently in the ribs with the gun-barrel.

 "Valmon Dain----wake up!" he said again, and his voice held something of the relentlessness of the killer in it.

 Dain stirred uneasily and mumbled something drowsily. Lyall prodded him again, and he raised his head blinking. He started to yawn and peered round, seeming surprised to find himself in the ferocity of the laboratory lights.

 Then his eyes encountered Lyall. He seemed to see him suddenly and with comic unexpectedness. His yawn stopped slowly. For a moment, his puzzlement increased. a deep wrinkle cutting a black furrow across his forehead. Then he relaxed with a smile half sheepish , half amused.

 "Oh!, it's you, is it?" he said. "Lord, how you did startle me! And how