She heard a peculiar whiz--then a hollow blow.

A red vapor-like streak of blood spurted up, and covered Jane Douglas with its crimson flood.
"I come, Henry, I come!" cried she, with a wild shout.

"I shall be with thee in death!" And again there was a flash through the air.

It was the dagger that Jane Douglas plunged into her heart.
She had struck well.

No sound--no groan burst from her lips.