head rolled backward over one shoulder with the eyes wide open; and

Thevenin Pensete's spirit had returned to Him who made it.

Everyone sprang to his feet; but the business was over in two twos.

The four living fellows looked at each other in rather a ghastly

fashion; the dead man contemplating a corner of the roof with a

"My God!" said Tabary; and he began to pray in Latin.

Villon broke out into hysterical laughter. He came a step forward

and ducked a ridiculous bow at Thevenin, and laughed still louder.