I like it not, and shall have no part in it.
I know not your names or your faces, but I know your plan is murder, and if the one God favor it, I can no longer honor Him." He paused, but there came no answer.

Again he heard a rustle of garments in the dark chamber, and, also, a stealthy and suggestive grating of steel upon scabbard.

He perceived now the imminence of his peril.

He could hear no sound in the darkness.
He stepped quickly aside, hearing not the feet which followed, nor feeling him who clung to the skirt of his toga.

He stood silent, with dagger drawn.