I feel as if my own hand might fly up and strike me." "When my hand flies up," said Syme, "it will strike somebody else," and he strode along the pier towards the Colonel, the sword in one hand and the lantern in the other.
As if to destroy the last hope or doubt, the Colonel, who saw him coming, pointed his revolver at him and fired.

The shot missed Syme, but struck his sword, breaking it short at the hilt.

Syme rushed on, and swung the iron lantern above his head.
"Judas before Herod!" he said, and struck the Colonel down upon the stones.

Then he turned to the Secretary, whose frightful mouth was almost foaming now, and held the lamp high with so rigid and arresting a gesture, that the man was, as it were, frozen for a moment, and forced to hear.
"Do you see this lantern ?" cried Syme in a terrible voice.

"Do you see the cross carved on it, and the flame inside?
You did not make it.