“What happened to him?”
There was no reply.
“What happened to him?” asked Michael with ominous patience.
“I let him go, and let him take the woman with him. It was easier——”
With a sudden exclamation, Michael stooped and picked up from behind the bed a bright steel object. It was the half of a sword, snapped clean in the middle, and unstained. He looked along the blade, and presently found the slightest indent. Picking up the chair, he examined the leg and found two deeper dents in one of the legs.
“I’ll reconstruct the scene. You and your Bhag caught the man after he had got into this room. The chair was broken in the struggle, probably by Bhag, who used the chair. The man escaped from the room, ran downstairs into the library and got the sword from the wall, then came up after you. That’s when the real fighting started. I guess some of this blood is yours, Penne.”
“Some of it!” snarled the other. “All of it, damn him!”
There was a long silence.
“Did the woman leave this room—alive?”
“I believe so,” said the other sullenly.