The beat of hoofs on the rocky roadway, the crash of the door falling in when the Turkish Gendarmes had battered a way to his rescue.

He remembered with a savage joy the spectacle of his would-be assassins twitching and struggling on the gallows at Pezara and--he heard the faint tinkle of the front door bell.
Had T.X.

returned! He slipped from the bed and went to the door, opened it slightly and listened.

T.X.with a search warrant might be a source of panic especially if--he shrugged his shoulders.

He had satisfied T.
X.and allayed his suspicions.