She was not dreaming now, she could hear it plainly. She saw where she was. The moonlight was streaming through the window, she could see to the end of all three rooms.
Suddenly at the window overlooking the garden whence the moonbeams streamed in, a black shape appeared which obscured the moonlight for an instant.
This shape leaped through the window and, panting hard, rushed through the two rooms into the third where the arms stood.
Henrietta saw it fly past her bed, she heard its panting sobs and—recognized it.
It was Fatia Negra! this was Fatia Negra's house!
And this was not all.
Close upon the traces of Fatia Negra rushed another phantom with a drawn sword in its hand, but its face was towards her and she recognized in it—Szilard Vamhidy.
And yet she did not lose her consciousness at this double sight of terror, though it would have been much better for her if she had.
Fatia Negra plunged into the armoury and plucked down a pistol from the wall.
Szilard paused on the threshold.