"Alan!"
It was not a scream; a whisper. She found that she could move, and she sat up.
From the next room came a series of thuds; bare feet on the floor.
"Damn you—"
She leaped out of bed.
A ripping sound. A groan. Another thud, heavier this time.
Dana reached the communicating door in a few steps. A quick intake of breath. Her hands closed upon the door-frame, tightened convulsively. Dimness swam visibly before her. Through the dark mist she saw a figure dart out upon the stone terrace and disappear.
Beside the bed, stretched full length upon the floor, was a white form.
She screamed. The dimness dissolved and she rushed to the body.
"Alan! Alan!"