She leaned for a moment with both hands on the balcony rail, and turned as if to run back.

Leicester caught her around the waist and held her so while she screamed--shrilly, again and again.
The man dangled for a moment, dropped with a horrible thud, and answered with one scream only--but it was worse even than hers to hear.

Then the soldiers ran forward and flung themselves upon him.
"Hold the lantern higher, you fools!" shouted Leicester, straining the woman to him, as she struggled and fought to get away.
"Over there, by the wall--I want to see his face! Steady now, my beauty!" The woman sank in his arms as if fainting, and her screams ceased.
There was a stool on the balcony and he seated himself upon it, easing her down and seating her on his knee.

This brought his evil face level with the balcony rail; and the lanterns, held high, flared up at it.
"Out of the way, youngster!" one of the soldiers commanded grimly.
"That wall's wanted." He dragged me aside as they pulled Whitmore across the roadway.
I think his leg had been broken by the fall.

It trailed as they carried him, and when they set him against the wall it doubled under him and he fell in a heap.
"Turn up his face, anyway," commanded Leicester from the balcony.
"I want to see it! And when you've done, you can leave me with this beauty.