Then a thought seemed to strike him.
Seizing the paper he tore it into fragments.
"Now, Roman," he said, "where is your warrant ?" "In my pocket," answered Marcus; "that which I showed you was but a copy.

Nay, do not ring, do not touch that bell.

See this," and he drew a silver whistle from his robe.

"Outside your gate stand fifty soldiers.
Shall I sound it ?" "Not so," answered Benoni.

"I will swear the oath, though indeed it is needless.