A sudden pallor swept over the king’s face.
“Danilo!” he cried, and started to rise, then sank back clutching at his breast. “Danilo!”
But Danilo lay sprawled across his bed, a bullet through his heart.
He had managed to escape, after all!
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER XXVI
A LAST ENCOUNTER
“SINCE this is our last night in Paris,” said Selden, looking up from his paper, “we ought to celebrate it. What shall we do?”
“The opera,” replied Rénee instantly. “Let me see what it is,” and she took the paper away from him.
It was Samson and Delila.