“Togrul!” he exclaimed.... “But who is this young creature lying dead beside him?”
Then Tressa caught the collar of her tunic in her left hand and flung back her lovely face looking upward out of eyes like sapphires wet with rain:
“In the name of the one and only God,” she sobbed—“if there be no resurrection for dead souls, then I have slain this night in vain!
“For what does it profit a girl if her soul be lost to a lover and her body be saved for her husband?”
She rose from her knees, the tears still falling, and went and looked down at the outlined shapes beneath the shroud.
Recklow had gone to the telephone to summon his own men and an ambulance. Now, turning toward Tressa from his chair:
“God knows what we’d do without you, Mrs. Cleves. I believe this accounts for all the Yezidees except Sanang.”
“Excepting Prince Sanang,” she said drearily. Then she went slowly to where her husband lay in his armchair, and sank down on the floor, and laid her cheek across his feet.