Half were they over the bridge when through the roar of the imprisoned stream I heard my name called softly.
"Goodwin! Dr.Goodwin!" Amazed, I turned.

From behind the pedestal of a carved group slunk--Marakinoff! My premonition had been right.

Some way he had escaped, slipped through to here.

He held his hands high, came forward cautiously.
"I am finished," he whispered--"Done! I don't care what _they'll_ do to me." He nodded toward the handmaiden and Larry, now at the end of the bridge and passing on, oblivious of all save each other.

He drew closer.