He was a doomed man.
Yet he made one effort to save himself.
"Will you let me go if I surrender?" he asked.
"I will not."
Lena Vanhoosen held out her hands, which she had separated from the bonds that bound her.
"Save me! oh, save me!" she cried.
Maltravers hesitated a moment.
Then he leveled his pistol at Lena, as if his mind was fully made up.
"If I cannot have her, you shall never possess her!" he cried, savagely.
The next moment his pistol exploded, and Lena, the blood flowing from a wound in her breast, fell to the ground.