"Why did you save my life?" he asked.
"I was sorry for you."
"Sorry for one who intended to have you hanged for a crime you did not commit. Impossible!"
"That I saved you showed it was not impossible. I had a struggle: oh, yes, I had a great struggle. Not knowing that my character would be cleared, I nearly decided to let you perish lest you should condemn me. But I could not: I could not."
"Why?" demanded Enistor insistently. "Why? Why?"
Montrose pressed his hands tightly together to control his emotions. "How can I explain? Something higher than my ordinary self acted for me."
"The Christ, Who is building Himself up within you, spoke," said Eberstein gravely.
"Weakness spoke," struck in the magician. "The weakness of a coward who was afraid to remove an obstacle from his path."
"Montrose did remove an obstacle," said the doctor, addressing Narvaez-Hardwick for the first time. "One which was blocking his upward path."
"His murder of me in Chaldea?" questioned Enistor, after a pause.