Marion staggered against the wall, her face white, her delicate lips trembling with the chill of a fear colder than death.
"We have no money—the deed has not been delivered," she pleaded, a sudden glimmer of hope flashing in her blue eyes.
Gus stepped closer, with an ugly leer, his flat nose dilated, his sinister bead-eyes wide apart gleaming ape-like, as he laughed:
"We ain't atter money!"
The girl uttered a cry, long, tremulous, heart-rending, piteous.
A single tiger-spring, and the black claws of the beast sank into the soft white throat and she was still.
