White with rage and passion, he pushed and kicked madly.

There was the sound of a shot from inside, a bullet came through the door within an inch of his head, then the crash of broken crockery and a man's groan.
With a final effort Quest dashed the door in and staggered into the room.
Lenora was standing in the far corner, the front of her dress torn and blood upon her lip.

She held a revolver in her hand and was covering a man whose head and hands were bleeding.

Around him were the debris of a broken jug.
"Mr.Quest!" she screamed.

"Don't go near him--I've got him covered.