Then low, dull distant, throbbed a heavy gunshot.

She had expected it, was waiting for it; nevertheless, an electric shock checked her heart, froze the very living fiber of her bones.

That vise-like hold on her faculties apparently did not relax for a long time, and it was a voice under her window that released her.
"Jane!...

Jane!" softly called Lassiter.
She answered somehow.
"It's all right.

Venters got away.