He was drunk with blood, and he laughed again wildly as he flung himself headlong into the moat.
What became of him then?
I did not see: for as he leapt, De Gautet's lean face looked out through the door by me, and, without a second's hesitation, I struck at him with all the strength God had given me, and he fell dead in the doorway without a word or a groan.

I dropped on my knees by him.

Where were the keys?
I found myself muttering: "The keys, man, the keys ?" as though he had been yet alive and could listen; and when I could not find them, I--God forgive me!--I believe I struck a dead man's face.
At last I had them.

There were but three.

Seizing the largest, I felt the lock of the door that led to the cell.