It was so now. I heard at first, before the interruptions became more general, the words that he shouted:
'Sinners!' he cried out in his silly piping voice, breaking now to a hysterical shriek, 'God is at hand! Murderers! your crime has been witnessed!' I remember that he repeated the words 'God,' 'Murderers,' flinging out his arms, staggering forward, and almost falling over the ridge of the upper circle into the dress circle below him.
Very quickly, of course, attendants were running to him, but everywhere there was confusion. Nearly everyone in the gallery stood up, craning forward that they might see. There were calls and cries from all over the theatre: 'What is it?' 'What's happened?' 'Who's hurt?' 'There's a lady fainted' . . . and meanwhile the pretty, silly duet continued in fro
