"Don't move—Goritz. Hands up—high!"
"Who——?"
"Hands up, I say——" And as he slowly obeyed, "Now turn toward the bed——"
Goritz was now staring at Renwick as though he had seen a ghost, but he knew better than to take his hands down.
"You——" he muttered. "You're——"
"I'm Renwick," said the Englishman crisply. "Now do as I tell you or——"
He paused uncertainly, for at that moment, behind him through the window came the deep boom of a bell.
"The drawbridge!" cried Marishka.
"Ah!" came from Goritz's throat as with an incredibly swift movement he smothered the candle. Renwick fired twice and then threw Marishka to one side, but there was a crash of the door in the wainscoting, and then silence.
"He has gone!" cried Marishka somewhere in the darkness.