The spider was already sitting in its web.
As night fell, Sárvölgyi hastened the ladies off to bed, for they were going to leave for Pest and so had to wake early.
When all was quiet in the house, he himself went round the yard and locked the doors: then he closed the door of each room separately.
Finally he piled his arms on his table—two guns, two pistols, and a hunting-knife.
He was loath to believe the old gossip. Suppose Kandur should, in the course of his feast of blood be whetted for more slaughter, and wish to slice up betrayer after betrayed?
In the presence of twelve robbers, he could not even trust an ally.
The night watchman had already called "Eleven."
Sárvölgyi was sitting beside his window.
The windows were protected on the street side by iron shutters, with a round slit in the middle, through which one could look out into the street.
Sárvölgyi opened the casements in order to hear better, and awaited the events to which the night should give birth.