The sleeping girl turned over lazily.
"Be quiet, Otto!" she murmured.
Suddenly she gave a shriek of horror, rushed into the bedroom, and shook the man, who could hardly be aroused from his sleep.
He followed her, still half dazed.
Julie Heppner lay dead, bathed in her own blood.
The husband and sister gazed at her horror-stricken, and shuddered as they saw the knife lie gleaming near the corpse.
Death had passed over them.
Outside the trumpeter on duty blew the joyful fanfare of the reveille:--
