A long, weird wail from the Arab dying on a cross in the garden flooded down the flues.
"A hundred deaths a day," said Ben Joreb.
"I have been talking with Manius," Antipater answered.

"He thinks it would be a mercy to--" He was interrupted again.

That tremulous, awful cry for mercy found its way to his ear.

It seemed to mock the sacred word.

Antipater jumped to his feet, cursing.
"I will put an end to that," said he, rushing to the door and flinging it back and running down the passage.
Manius turned to Ben Joreb.
"What is there in the howling of that slave ?" he whispered.