"I know there was catastrophe, the tumblings of avalanches, but the voice that cried-the soul of a lover, was it ?" The Romany's lips showed an ugly grimace.

"It was the soul of one that betrayed a lover, going to eternal tortures." Ingolby laughed carelessly.

"It was a fine bit of work.

Sarasate would have been proud of his fiddle if he could have heard.

Anyhow he couldn't have played that.