For a moment he stood gazing on his deed, then lifted some tapestry which concealed a small door, and disappeared.
What cry was that which startles the seraglio from its siesta?
What combined lamentation disturbs the whole palace with its harrowing intensity?
All the inmates of the establishment have been rudely awakened from their slumbers.
It was the pasha's favourite wife who had broken in upon the privacy of her lord, and she had found him dead.
Dead, plainly by the assassin's dagger, but what assassin, none could even suspect.
None could conjecture by what means any stranger could have obtained entrance and exit.
Then arose that dreadful wail of despair, that beating of breasts, and tearing of tresses.
The news soon spread, and the whole town was in a fever of commotion.