“At last he told me to sit down in the chair opposite his chair, and I said, ‘With pleasure.’  Then he said, ’We’d better have a drink, because only one of us is coming out of this room alive,’ and I said the same thing again.  He was full of drink already, but not drunk, and my own head was as light as air.  I was ready for anything.  He unlocked a drawer and took a brace of old revolvers from the case in which I put them away again.  I locked up the drawer afterwards, and put his keys back in his pocket, before losing my head and doing all the rest that the police saw through at a glance.  Sit still, Langholm!  I am getting the cart before the horse.  I was not so guilty as you think.  They may hang me if they like, but it was as much his act as mine.

“He stood with his back to me, fiddling with the revolvers for a good five minutes, during which time I heard him tear his handkerchief in two, and wondered what in the world he was going to do next.  What he did was to turn round and go on fiddling with the pistols behind his back.  Then he held out one in each hand by the barrel, telling me to take my choice, that he didn’t know which was which himself, but only one of them was loaded.  And he had lapped the two halves of his handkerchief round the chambers of each in such a way that neither of us could tell when we were going to fire.

“Then he tossed for first shot, and made me call, and I won.  So he sat down in his chair and finished his drink, and told me to blaze across at him from where I sat in the other chair.  I tried to get out of it, partly because I seemed to have seen more good in Minchin in those last ten minutes than in all the months that I had known him; he might be a brute, but he was a British brute, and all right about fair play.  Besides, for the moment, it was difficult to believe he was serious, or even very angry.  But I, on my side, was more in a dream than not, or he would not have managed me as he did.  He broke out again, cursed me and his wife, and swore that he would shoot her too if I didn’t go through with it.  You can’t think of the things he was saying when—­but I believe he said them on purpose to make me.  Anyhow I pulled at last, but there was only a click, and he answered with another like lightning.  That showed me how he meant it, plainer than anything else.  It was too late to get out.  I set my teeth and pulled again ...”

“Like the clash of swords,” whispered Langholm, in the pause.

Severino moved his head from side to side upon the pillow.

“No, not that time, Langholm.  There was such a report as might have roused the neighborhood—­you would have thought—­but I forgot to tell you he had shut the window and run up some shutters, and even drawn the curtains, to do for the other houses what the double doors did for his own.  When the smoke lifted, he was lying back in his chair as though he had fallen asleep ...