They raised the sack on to the window ledge and—
"Oh, murder!" cried Barthes, his cheek blanching with terror. "I felt something move in the sack."
"So did I," faltered Fleon.
"It's alive," cried the man Barthes, turning pale.
"Over with it, then; sharp."
It was poised for an instant, no more, over the dizzy height.
Then down it went.
As it fell, a wild, despairing shriek went up to Heaven.
A piteous cry.
It was cut short by the sharp flight through the air.