He called out to be assisted to leave the vapour bath.
The three captives were still before him.

Then a Negro (the same who had carried his parasol in the battle) leaned over to his ear.
"Well ?" replied the Suffet slowly.

"Ah! kill them!" he added in an abrupt tone.
The Ethiopian drew a long dagger from his girdle and the three heads fell.

One of them rebounded among the remains of the feast, and leaped into the basin, where it floated for some time with open mouth and staring eyes.

The morning light entered through the chinks in the wall; the three bodies streamed with great bubbles like three fountains, and a sheet of blood flowed over the mosaics with their powdering of blue dust.