“You are in my power; but I do not seek your life unless you force me by treachery,” breathed Gerard into his ear.
“What do you want?” The harsh strident voice was feeble and husky as the question came from trembling lips.
“Send those men away, all of them. Say all is well, and bid them cease their efforts.”
Realising his helplessness and too appalled by his imminent peril to attempt treachery, he turned toward the door and called to Pierre by name. But his quavering voice was drowned by the din and clatter those outside were making.
“Louder, louder,” whispered Gerard.
“Pierre, Pierre,” called the Governor; but the call was still unheard, and with the hilt of the knife Gerard knocked angrily at the door.
The clamour ceased and all was still as the grave.
“Are you there, my lord?” asked Pierre.
“Yes, Pierre. Cease your efforts.”
“Is that really you, my lord?”