"In the hands of the devil, you mean!" cried Buckingham, raising his voice so as to attract the notice of his people, without absolutely shouting.
"Sign, my Lord; sign the liberation of Milady de Winter," said Felton, holding out a paper to the duke.
"By force? You are joking! Holloa, Patrick!"
"Sign, my Lord!"
"Never."
"Never?"
"Help!" shouted the duke; and at the same time he sprang toward his sword.
But Felton did not give him time to draw it. He held the knife with which Milady had stabbed herself, open in his bosom; at one bound he was upon the duke.