Their corpses are strewn about old Newlington's orchard.
Not one of them escaped.

They say that Newlington himself is dead." He poured himself more wine.
Ruth listened, her eyes burning, the rest of her as cold as ice.
"But...but.., oh, thank God that you at least are safe, Dick!" "How did you escape ?" quoth Diana.
"How ?" He started as if he had been stung.

He laughed in a high, cracked voice, his eyes wild and bloodshot.

"How?
Perhaps it is just as well that Blake has gone to his account.

Perhaps..." He checked on the word, and started to his feet; Diana screamed in sheer aifright.