"It was our trap, these are our victims." I cannot even now think of that hour, for by our act the king lay dead.
But was he dead?
I seized Sapt by the arm.

His glance questioned me.
"The king," I whispered hoarsely.
"Yes, the king," he returned.
Facing round, we walked to the door of the dining-room.

Here I turned suddenly faint, and clutched at the constable.

He held me up, and pushed the door wide open.

The smell of powder was in the room; it seemed as if the smoke hung about, curling in dim coils round the chandelier which gave a subdued light.