The cradle stood still.
But the red stream flowed rapidly, while Blind Benner nervously and weakly took from his vest-pocket a piece of crumpled paper and handed it to Lizzī.
She smoothed it and read, while Blind Benner clung to her neck.
"Too Hoom it may consern.
I leeve all my Sirkus munny to Lizzī an' my fiddel to her boy.
Blind Benner,
his X mark.
Wittness
Hunch."
She kissed him on the lips wet with blood.
His head fell. The hemorrhage had been very profuse, and she saw the death-pallor on his cheek. Soon he raised his head, and with his lips close to her ear whispered:
"I kin soon see yer, Lizzī."