But this time it touched nothing.
He fell back with a half-expressed cry of horror, and then tried to save himself from falling.
But he had retreated too late.
In another moment the flight of steps seemed to tilt deeper, deeper, into the abyss, and Broadbrim hung from the last one over the dark death.
It was a terrible situation, and he felt the strain of it all through him.
He knew all now.
Old Danny had been too sharp for him.
He had recognized him as an enemy of Merle Macray, and had taken him to the death stairs.
Broadbrim saw that his strength was leaving him.
He could not hold on much longer, and when he let go his trail would end forever.