"My vital forces seem to fail me," he muttered; "even here it seems as though there is good."
Perspiration oozed from his forehead, and his face was as pale as death.
Again he uttered wild cries; he might have been summoning unseen powers to his aid.
"They are here!" he shouted, and there was an evil joy in his face. Then there was a change, fear came into his eyes. Looking across the room, he saw two streaks of light in the form of a cross, while out of the silence a voice came.
"Cease!" said the Voice.
CHAPTER XXXVI
His Guardian Angel
Romanoff ceased speaking, and his eyes were fixed on the two streaks of light.