His fingers and boots were at work instantly, and as he played he turned his head and whispered-- "Better fetch some one." One of the young men crept quickly and creakingly down the stairs.
Fortunately the organ and choristers were now combined to overcome the sobbing, and they succeeded.

Presently a powerful arm, hidden under a black cassock, was laid on Priam's shoulder.

He hysterically tried to free himself, but he could not.

The cassock and the two young men thrust him downwards.

They all descended together, partly walking and partly falling.