and holding her close to him in a vice-like clutch, hissed, while the ghastly paleness caused by the flowing blood overspread his face: "Little demon! I will kill you before I will lose you now! You—shall—not—esca—" A deathly faintness overcame him, and he fell heavily; still clasping the girl, now senseless like himself. [93] [93] "In her hand, steadfast and surely aimed, a tiny pistol—"—page 92. Hearing the pistol shot, and almost simultaneously a heavy [94]fall, Henry hurried through the long passage and threw open the door. One glance sufficed, and then he rushed down the stairs in frantic haste. [94] Meantime, Clarence Vaughan, punctual to the time appointed, had driven rapidly to the spot designated by Madeline. He was about to alight from the carriage, when he drew back suddenly, and sat in the shadow as a man passed up the street. It was Lucian Davlin, and he entered the building bearing the number Madeline had given in her note. Instantly Vaughan comprehended the situation. She had sent for aid in this man's absence, and his return might frustrate her plans. Pondering upon the best course to pursue, he descended from the carriage, and paced the length of the block. Turning in his promenade, his ear was greeted by a pistol shot. Could it come from that building? It sounded from there certainly. It was now five minutes past the time appointed; could it be there was foul play? He paused at the foot of the stairs, irresolute. Suddenly there was a rush of feet, and Henry came flying down, the whites of his eyes looking as if they would never resume their natural proportions. Clarence intercepted the man as he essayed to pass, evidently without having seen him. "Oh, sir!—Oh, doctor, come right up stairs, quick, sir," he exclaimed. "Was that shot from here, my man?" inquired Doctor Vaughan, as he followed up the stairs. "Yes, sir," hurrying on. "Any people in the building besides your master and the lady?"
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