Corbario’s pale face cautiously emerged from the closet in which he had been hidden, and he looked round the room before he stepped out.  Settimia could not turn over to see him, but she heard him coming towards her.

“Cut this cord,” she said in an undertone.  “Make haste!  We can be out of the house in less than half a minute.”

Corbario knelt beside her, and took out a handsome English clasp-knife.  But he did not cut the cord.  He looked down into Settimia’s face, and she understood.

“I could not help it,” she answered.  “She would have killed me!”

Corbario laid his left hand upon her throat.

“If you try to scream I shall strangle you,” he said in a whisper.  “You have betrayed me, and I cannot afford to trust you again.  Do you know what I am going to do?”

She tried to turn her head, but his hand was heavy on her throat.  She strained frightfully to move, and her stony eyes lit up with a dying glare of terror.

“Do it quickly!” she gasped.

“Hush!” His hand tightened on her throat.  “If you were in Salta, you should die by tenths of inches, if it took all night!  That would be too good for you.”

He spat in her face as she writhed under his grasp.  He looked into her living eyes once more with all the cowardly hate that possessed him, he struck deep and sure, he saw the light break in the pupils, and heard the awful rattle of her last breath.

In an instant he was at the window, and had thrown it wide open.  He got out quickly, let himself down with his hands, and pushed himself away from the wall with his feet as he jumped down backwards, well knowing that there was grass below him, and that the earth was as soft as sponge with the long rain.  He was sure that he could not hurt himself.  Yet before his feet touched the ground he had uttered a low cry of fear.

He was on his legs now and trying to run, but it was too late.  There was the flash of a lantern in the wet garden, and between him and the light, and just below it, he saw two points of greenish fire coming at him; for he saw everything then; and he heard the rush of a heavy beast’s feet, tearing up the earth with iron claws, and the savage breath, and the loud hiss of a man setting the creature on; for he heard every sound then; and he knew that the thing of terror would leap up with resistless strength and hurl its weight upon him, and bury its jagged fangs in his throat and tear him, in an instant that would seem like an hour of agony, and that the pain and the fear would be as if he were hung up by all the nerves of his body, drawn out and twisted; for he knew everything then; and in that immeasurable time which is nothing, and yet is infinite, he remembered his evil life, his robberies, his murders, and his betrayals, one by one, but he remembered with most frightful clearness how he had tried to kill Marcello, how he had corrupted him from his childhood, with bad counsels