. . The man who
murdered Ordez made a fatal blunder . . . He used a sign of God
in the service of the devil and he is ruined!"
The big man stepped slowly backward into the room, while my
father's voice, filling the big empty spaces of the house,
followed after him.
"You are lost, Zindorf! Satan is insulted, and God is outraged!
You are lost!"
There was a moment's silence; from outside came the sound of men
and horses. The notes of the girl, light, happy, ascended from
the lower chamber, as she sang about her preparations for the
journey. Zindorf continued to step awfully backward. And
Lucian Morrow, shaken and sober, cried out in the extremity of
fear:
"In God's name, Pendleton, what do you mean; Zindorf, using a
sign of God in the service of the devil."
And my father answered him:
"The corpse of Ordez lay in the bare cut of the abandoned road,
and beside it, bedded in the damp clay where he had knelt down to
rifle the pockets of the murdered body, were the patch prints of
Zindorf's knees!"
VII. The Fortune Teller
Sir Henry Marquis continued to read; he made no comment; his
voice clear and even.
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