He hastened to open the door and was confronted by Unorna.
She was paler than usual, and he saw from her expression that there was something wrong.
"What is the matter ?" he asked, almost roughly.
"He is in a carriage downstairs," she answered quickly.

"Something has happened to him.

I cannot wake him, you must take him in--" "To die on my hands?
Not I!" laughed Keyork in his deepest voice.

"My collection is complete enough." She seized him suddenly by both arms, and brought her face near to his.
"If you dare to speak of death----" She grew intensely white, with a fear she had not before known in her life.

Keyork laughed again, and tried to shake himself free of her grip.
"You seem a little nervous," he observed calmly.