"There," he said, "where that
load of hay is going in: that is the way to it. Now stand you in the yard
and watch."
This last mandate was readily complied with; for there was not much to be
feared on the stones below from a maniac self-immured on the second
story. But to break open that bedroom door was quite another thing. The
stairs were like a shambles already--a chilling sight to the eyes of
mercenary valour.
Rooke was but just sensible: the others hung back. But presently the
pistol was found sticking in a pool of gore. This put a new face on the
matter; and Dr. Wolf himself showed the qualities of a commander. He sent
down word to his sentinels in the yard to he prepared for any attempt on
Alfred's part, however desperate: and he sent a verbal message to a
stately gentleman who was sitting anxious in lodgings over the way, after
bribing high ad low, giving out money like water to secure the recapture,
and so escape what he called his unnatural son's vengeance; for he knew
him to be by nature bold and vindictive like himself. After these
preliminaries, Doctor Wolf headed his remaining forces--to wit, two
keepers, and two policemen, and thundered at the bedroom door, and
summoned Alfred to surrender.
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