It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood.

He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion.
I shuddered as I bent over to touch him, and every sense in me revolted at the contact, but I had to search, or I was lost.

The coming night might see my own body a banquet in a similar war to those horrid three.

I felt all over the body, but no sign could I find of the key.

Then I stopped and looked at the Count.