His lips were tightly compressed and his eyes had in them a horrible glare as he stepped stealthily but quickly to the window.
Arrived there, he crouched low down that he might not be seen by any person outside.
Then, with deft fingers, he untied the knot by which the rope was secured.
There was heard a loud, wild cry, followed by a dull, heavy thud.
Then all was still.
The bully crept away along the corridor and down the stairs, his heart beating as though it would burst its bounds.
A little before twelve o'clock that night several dark figures might have been seen stealing cautiously along the corridors.
All these figures made their way to one common spot.
This was the bedroom Mont had mentioned.
Arrived there, they found everything prepared for the feast, but no host.