Anne lay motionless with closed eyes, too crushed for thought.

And Lucas Errol watched beside her, grave and patient and still.
Suddenly there came a sound, piercing the silence, a sound that made Anne start upright in wild terror.
"What is it?
What is it ?" Instantly and reassuringly Lucas's hand clasped hers.

"Don't be afraid!" he said.

"They are moving him to another room, that's all." She sank back, shuddering, her face hidden.

The sound continued, seeming to come nearer--the sound of a man's voice shrieking horribly for help, in piercing accents of terror that might have come from a torture-chamber.