I've never been sorry for killing him--never--never--never.

Now, what are you going to do about it--you--his brother--you that come here making love too ?" As the truth dawned upon Tarboe, his great figure stretched itself.

A black spirit possessed him.
When Denzil had finished, Tarboe stood up.

There was dementia, cruelty, stark purpose in his eyes, in every movement.
"What am I going to do?
You killed my brother! Well, I'm going to kill you.

God blast your soul--I'm going to kill you!" He suddenly swooped upon Denzil, his fingers clenched about the thick throat, insane rage was on him.
At that moment there was a knock at the door, it opened, and Carnac stepped inside.