It was the strangest place I have ever seen--a 'waste howling wilderness.' And sometimes I fancy I can still hear the cry Doyne gave as he slipped or jumped from one of the black rocks into space.

I remember how it came ringing back from the cliffs a hundred times repeated.

It was--" He broke off suddenly, as a scream pealed through the moat-house--a wild shrill cry, which, coming from somewhere overhead, seemed to fill the dining-room with the shuddering, despairing intensity of its appeal.

It was the shriek of a woman in terror.
The ladies at the dinner table regarded one another with frightened eyes and blanched faces.
"What was that ?" several of them whispered together.
"It came from Violet's room! My God, what has happened ?" exclaimed Phil.
He sprang to his feet in agitation and pushed back his chair.

His face was white, his mouth drawn, and he fumbled at his throat with a shaking hand, as though the pressure of his collar impeded his breathing.