Godfrey, on hands and knees, was peering into the room. Then he drew back and motioned us forward.
I shall never forget the sight which met my eyes as I peeped cautiously around the corner of the door.
The room into which I was looking was lighted only by the rays which filtered between the slats of a closed shutter. In the middle of the floor stood the Boule cabinet, and before it, with his back to the door, stood a man ripping savagely away the strips of burlap in which it had been wrapped, talking to himself the while in a sort of savage sing-song, and pausing from moment to moment to glance at a huddled bundle lying on the floor against the opposite wall. For a time, I could not make out what this bundle was, then, straining my eyes, I saw that it was the body of a man, wrapped round and round in some web-like fabric.
And as I stared at him, I caught the glitter of his eyes as he watched the man working at the cabinet—a glitter not to be mistaken —the same glitter which had so frightened me once before….
Godfrey drew me back with a firm hand and took my place. As for me, I retreated to the stair, and sat there feverishly mopping my face and trying to understand. Who was this man? What was he doing there against the wall? What was the meaning of this ferocious scene….
Then my heart leaped into my throat, for Godfrey, with a sharp cry of "Halte-là!" sprang to his feet and dashed into the room, Simmonds at his heels.
I suppose two seconds elapsed before I reached the threshold, and I stopped there, staring, clutching at the wall to steady myself.
That scene is so photographed upon my brain that I have only to close my eyes to see it again in every detail.
There was the cabinet with its wrappings torn away; but the figure on the floor had disappeared, and before an open doorway into another room stood a man, a giant of a man, his hands above his head, his face working with fear and rage, while Godfrey, his lips curling into a mocking smile, pressed a pistol against his breast.
Then, as I stood there staring, it seemed to me that there was a sort of flicker in the air above the man's head, and he screamed shrilly.