"He said something as he fell," he whispered to himself. "I heard him—but he must be dead now——"
He turned back into the room, breathing more freely.
"Now close the door again," he said, and watched while it was done.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR AN INSTRUMENT OF GOD
"How many, de Lana—how many?"
"Five—six or seven——"
"Hundreds!"
"Thousands, my lord!"