We both rose and looked at each other, and Auberthal slipped his arm through mine.
"We had better go together."
So we went. The Hôtel —— was close by. In ten minutes we were in Siebach's bedroom.
"HIS EYES BLAZED WITH FEVERISH LIGHT."
He lay in bed, looking thinner and more haggard than ever. His eyes blazed with feverish light, and he beckoned us eagerly to approach.
"There is not much time," he said, speaking in a weak, strained voice; "I sent for you to tell you—what is that?"
His eyes dilated with fear, and he glanced round the room.
"It is nothing," said Auberthal, gently.
He laughed—a short, bitter laugh.