Sir Terence's blade darted in, driven by all that was left of his spent strength, and Samoval, his eyes unseeing, in that moment had fumbled widely and failed to find the other's steel until he felt it sinking through his body, searing him from breast to back.
His arms sank to his sides quite nervelessly.

He uttered a faint exclamation of astonishment, almost instantly interrupted by a cough.

He swayed there a moment, the cough increasing until it choked him.

Then, suddenly limp, he pitched forward upon his face, and lay clawing and twitching at Sir Terence's feet.
Sir Terence himself, scarcely realising what had taken place, for the whole thing had happened within the time of a couple of heart-beats, stood quite still, amazed and awed, in a half-crouching attitude, looking down at the body of the fallen man.

And then from above, ringing upon the deathly stillness, he caught a sibilant whisper: "What was that?
'Sh!" He stepped back softly, and flattened himself instinctively against the wall; thence profoundly intrigued and vaguely alarmed on several scores he peered up at the windows of his wife's room whence the sound had come, whence the sudden light had come which--as he now realised--had given him the victory in that unequal contest.