As I tore it from his fingers it went off, and shot him.
"He backed away from me with a kind of frozen smile, then crumpled up and slid to the floor.

I bent over him.

He made a slight movement, but I could see that he was dying--that he had only a very few moments to live.
"Coolly and rapidly I reflected.

The fall of the clock would be heard downstairs.

Flight! There was a chance, if Thalassa had not returned.