Then the deep silence of the breathless night was broken by that familiar, unearthly scream.

Dominey waited till even its echoes had died away.

Then he ran a few steps, bent double, and stretched out his hands.

Once more, for the last time, that devil's cry broke the deep stillness of the August morning, throbbing a little as though with a new fear, dying away as though the fingers which crushed it back down the straining throat had indeed crushed with it the last flicker of some unholy life.
When Doctor Harrison made his hurried appearance, a few moments later, he found Dominey seated upon the terrace, furiously smoking a cigarette.
On the ground, a few yards away, lay something black and motionless.
"What is it ?" the doctor gasped.
For the first time Dominey showed some signs of a lack of self-control.
His voice was choked and uneven.
"Go and look at it, Doctor," he said.

"It's tied up, hand and foot.