So did Henriques, and he is lying dead outside.
I am in God's keeping, and cannot die before my time.' I do not know if he heard me, but at any rate the murderous fit passed.
His hand fell to his side and his great figure tottered out into the cave.

He seemed to be making for the river, but he turned and went through the door I had entered by.

I heard him slipping in the passage, and then there was a minute of silence.
Suddenly there came a grinding sound, followed by the kind of muffled splash which a stone makes when it falls into a deep well.

I thought Laputa had fallen into the chasm, but when I reached the door his swaying figure was coming out of the corridor.

Then I knew what he had done.