For a second her eyes went up to the dagger held there above her head; the dagger with the thousand colored gleams pointing from it.
She gave a quick choking laugh.
"I laugh—at—you—Daniel—Drare."
With all her strength she drove the dagger into the heart of the canvas.
She staggered back to the center of the room.
There was a gaping rent in the portrait.
She laughed again; stupidly. Her laughter trailed off and stopped.
She stood there waiting.
Once she thought some one paused outside the door.
Her hands were up across her eyes.