And when the limp form was once more on the big sofa and the eyelids were trembling to unclose, she ripped open the right sleeve and thrust in the needle that gives oblivion.
Adelaide went to the window and listened.

Before her in the moonlight was the place where that tempest of hate and murder had burst and raged.

Once more her heart hardened in the pitiless fury of outraged mercy.

A moan from Estelle stung her, and she leaned forward the better to catch the music of the mob's distant shriek.

Silence for full five minutes; then a sound like that which bursts from the throats of the bloodhounds as they bury their fangs in their quarry.