She heard his deep-voiced cry.
By this time the names had taken firm hold upon the entire structure.

Smoke tinged with red lines poured through the great double doors of the mansion house.

Yet even as she met the act with an exclamation of horror, Josephine saw Dunwody fling away his weapons, run to the great doors and crash through them, apparently bent upon reaching some point deep in the interior.
Others saw this, and joined in her cry of terror.

The interior of the hall, thus disclosed by the opening of the doors, seemed but a mass of flames.

An instant later, Dunwody staggered back, his arm across his face.