It was merely a gauntlet of thin wood which I had had made for me in Paris.
"I flung him back on the bed and half knelt, half laid on him.
"'Kara,' I said, 'you are going to die, a more merciful death than my wife died.' "He tried to speak.

His soft hands gesticulated wildly, but I was half lying on one arm and held the other.
"I whispered in his ear: "'Nobody will know who killed you, Kara, think of that! I shall go scot free--and you will be the centre of a fine mystery! All your letters will be read, all your life will be examined and the world will know you for what you are!' "I released his arm for just as long as it took to draw my knife and strike.

I think he died instantly," John Lexman said simply.
"I left him where he was and went to the door.

I had not much time to spare.

I took the candles from my pocket.