Dorn fired. Down ... "my head ..." He lay still. The body of Hazlitt sprawled over him. For a moment the two men remained embraced on the floor. Then the body of Hazlitt rolled slowly from on top. It fell on its back—a dead face covered with blood staring emptily at the ceiling.
Dorn, with the edge of an iron table foot embedded in his head, lay breathing unevenly, his eyes closed.
CHAPTER X
The blinds were drawn. Cheering drifted in through the open window. Mathilde sat in a chair. She was watching him.
"Hello!" he murmured. "What's up?"
"Erik ..."
She fell to her knees beside the bed and began to weep. He lay quietly listening to her. Bandages around his head. A lunatic with a gun. Yes. Rachel. The man had been in love with Rachel. Pains like noises in his ears.
"You mustn't talk...."
"I'm all right. Where's von Stinnes?"