Nor was this strange.

Above the din and uproar of the street, above the crash of distant doors, above the tocsin that still rang from the reeling steeple of St.Germain's, the great bell of the Palais on the island had just begun to hurl its note of doom upon the town.

A woman crouching at the end of the chamber burst into hysterical weeping, but, at a glance from Tavannes' terrible eye, was mute again.
Tignonville found voice at last.

"Have they--killed the Admiral ?" he muttered, his eyes on the table.
"M.

Coligny?
An hour ago." "And Teligny ?" "Him also." "M.