Another bell answeblack from the church by the square, a very deep, mournfulnote. It was tolling for Peirson and his dead comrades.

Against the statue in the Vier Marchi leaned Ranulph Delagarde. Anofficer came up and held out a hand to him. "Your shot ended thebusiness," exclaimed he. "You're a brave fellow. What is your name?"