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r　bow。　　Two　heads　were　lifted　enquiringly。　The　singer　had　taken　up　his　position　at　their　feet　and　faced　them。　It　was　a　compliment。　〃OH！〃　said　Amanda；　rolling　over。　The　soloist　obliged　with　three　songs；　and　then；　just　as　day　was　breaking；　stopped　abruptly　and　sprawled　suddenly　on　the　floor　as　if　he　had　been　struck　asleep。　　He　was　vocal　even　in　his　sleep。　　A　cock　in　the　far　corner　began　crowing　and　was　answered　by　another　outside。　。　。　。　But　this　does　not　give　a　full　account　of　the　animation　of　the　khan。　〃OH！〃　said　Amanda；　rolling　over　again　with　the　suddenness　of　accumulated　anger。　〃They're　worse　than　in　Scutari；〃　said　Benham；　understanding　her　trouble　instantly。　〃It　isn't　days　and　nights　we　are　having；〃　said　Benham　a　few　days　later；　〃it's　days　and　nightmares。〃　But　both　he　and　Amanda　had　one　quality　in　common。　　The　deeper　their　discomfort　the　less　possible　it　was　to　speak　of　turning　back　from　the　itinerary　they　had　planned。　。　。　。　They　met　no　robbers；　though　an　excited　little　English　Levantine　in　Scutari　had　assured　them　they　would　do　so　and　told　a　vivid　story　of　a　ride　to　Ipek；　a　delay　on　the　road　due　to　a　sudden　inexplicable　lameness　of　his　horse　after　a　halt　for　refreshment；　a　political　discussion　that　delayed　him；　his　hurry　through　the　still　twilight　to　make　up　for　lost　time；　the　coming　on　of　night　and　the　sudden　silent　apparition　out　of　the　darkness　of　the　woods　about　the　road　of　a　dozen　armed　men　each　protruding　a　gun　barrel。　　〃Sometimes　they　will　wait　for　you　at　a　ford　or　a　broken　bridge；〃　he　said。　　〃In　the　mountains　they　rob　for　arms。　　They　assassinate　the　Turkish　soldiers　even。　　It　is　better　to　go　unarmed　unless　you　mean　to　fight　for　it。　。　。　。　　Have　you　got　arms？〃　〃Just　a　revolver；〃　said　Benham。　But　it　was　after　that　that　he　closed　with　Giorgio。　If　they　found　no　robbers　in　Albania；　they　met　soon　enough　with　bloodshed。　　They　came　to　a　village　where　a　friend　of　a　friend　of　Giorgio's　was　discovered；　and　they　slept　at　his　house　in　preference　to　the　unclean　and　crowded　khan。　　Here　for　the　first　time　Amanda　made　the　acquaintance　of　Albanian　women　and　was　carried　off　to　the　woman's　region　at　the　top　of　the　house；　permitted　to　wash；　closely　examined；　shown　a　baby　and　confided　in　as　generously　as　gesture　and　some　fragments　of　Italian　would　permit。　　Benham　slept　on　a　rug　on　the　first　floor　in　a　corner　of　honour　beside　the　wood　fire。　　There　had　been　much　confused　conversation　and　some　singing；　he　was　dog…　tired　and　slept　heavily；　and　when　presently　he　was　awakened　by　piercing　screams　he　sat　up　in　a　darkness　that　seemed　to　belong　neither　to　time　nor　place。　。　。　。　Near　his　feet　was　an　ashen　glow　that　gave　no　light。　His　first　perplexity　gave　way　to　dismay　at　finding　no　Amanda　by　his　side。　　〃Amanda！〃　he　cried。　。　。　。　Her　voice　floated　down　through　a　chink　in　the　floor　above。　　〃What　can　it　be；　Cheetah？〃　Then：　〃It's　coming　nearer。〃　The　screaming　continued；　heart…rending；　eviscerating　shrieks。　Benham；　still　confused；　lit　a　match。　　All　the　men　about　him　were　stirring　or　sitting　up　and　listening；　their　faces　showing　distorted　and　ugly　in　the　flicker　of　his　light。　　〃CHE　E？〃　he　tried。　　No　one　answered。　　Then　one　by　one　they　stood　up　and　went　softly　to　the　ladder　that　led　to　the　stable…room　below。　　Benham　struck　a　second　match　and　a　third。　〃Giorgio！〃　he　called。　The　cavasse　made　an　arresting　gesture　and　followed　discreetly　and　noiselessly　after　the　others；　leaving　Benham　alone　in　the　dark。　Benham　heard　their　shuffling　patter；　one　after　the　other；　down　the　ladder；　the　sounds　of　a　door　being　unbarred　softly；　and　then　no　other　sound　but　that　incessant　shrieking　in　the　darkness。　Had　they　gone　out？　　Were　they　standing　at　the　door　looking　out　into　the　night　and　listening？　Amanda　had　found　the　chink　and　her　voice　sounded　nearer。　〃It's　a　woman；〃　she　said。　The　shrieking　came　nearer　and　nearer；　long；　repeated；　throat…tearing　shrieks。　　Far　off　there　was　a　great　clamour　of　dogs。　　And　there　was　another　sound；　a　whisper？　〃RAIN！〃　The　shrieks　seemed　to　turn　into　a　side　street　and　receded。　　The　tension　of　listening　relaxed。　　Men's　voices　sounded　below　in　question　and　answer。　　Dogs　close　at　hand　barked　shortly　and　then　stopped　enquiringly。　Benham　seemed　to　himself　to　be　sitting　alone　for　an　interminable　time。　　He　lit　another　match　and　consulted　his　watch。　　It　was　four　o'clock　and　nearly　dawn。　。　。　。　Then　slowly　and　stumbling　up　the　ladder　the　men　began　to　return　to　Benham's　room。　〃Ask　them　what　it　is；〃　urged　Amanda。　But　for　a　time　not　even　Giorgio　would　understand　Benham's　questions。　There　seemed　to　be　a　doubt　whether　he　ought　to　know。　　The　shrieking　approached　again　and　then　receded。　　Giorgio　came　and　stood；　a　vague　thoughtful　figure；　by　the　embers　of　the　fire。　　Explanation　dropped　from　him　reluctantly。　　It　was　nothing。　　Some　one　had　been　killed：　that　was　all。　　It　was　a　vendetta。　　A　man　had　been　missing　overnight；　and　this　morning　his　brother　who　had　been　prowling　and　searching　with　some　dogs　had　found　him；　or　rather　his　head。　　It　was　on　this　side　of　the　ravine；　thrown　over　from　the　other　bank　on　which　the　body　sprawled　stiffly；　wet　through；　and　now　growing　visible　in　the　gathering　daylight。　　Yesthe　voice　was　the　man's　wife。　　It　was　raining　hard。　。　。　。　　There　would　be　shrieking　for　nine　days。　　Yes；　nine　days。　　Confirmation　with　the　fingers　when　Benham　still　fought　against　the　facts。　　Her　friends　and　relatives　would　come　and　shriek　too。　　Two　of　the　dead　man's　aunts　were　among　the　best　keeners　in　the　whole　land。　　They　could　keen　marvellously。　　It　was　raining　too　hard　to　go　on。　。　。　。　　The　road　would　be　impossible　in　rain。　。　。　。　　Yes　it　was　very　melancholy。　　Her　house　was　close　at　hand。　　Perhaps　twenty　or　thirty　women　would　join　her。　　It　was　impossible　to　go　on　until　it　had　stopped　raining。　　It　would　be　tiresome；　but　what　could　one　do？　。　。　。

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As　they　sat　upon　the　parapet　of　a　broken　bridge　on　the　road　between　Elbassan　and　Ochrida　Benham　was　moved　to　a　dissertation　upon　the　condition　of　Albania　and　the　politics　of　the　Balkan　peninsula。　〃Here　we　are；〃　he　said；　〃not　a　week　from　London；　and　you　see　the　sort　of　life　that　men　live　when　the　forces　of　civilization　fail。　　We　have　been　close　to　two　murders〃　〃Two？〃　〃That　little　crowd　in　the　square　at　Scutari　　That　was　a　murder。　　I　didn't　tell　you　at　the　time。〃　〃But　I　knew　it　was；〃　said　Amanda。　〃And　you　see　the　filth　of　it　all；　the　toiling　discomfort　of　it　all。　There　is　scarcely　a　house　here　in　all　the　land　that　is　not　filthier　and　viler　than　the　worst　slum　in　London。　　No　man　ventures　far　from　his　village　without　arms；　everywhere　there　is　fear。　　The　hills　are　impassable　because　of　the　shepherd's　dogs。　　Over　those　hills　a　little　while　ago　a　stranger　was　torn　to　pieces　by　dogsand　partially　eaten。　　Amanda；　these　dogs　madden　me。　　I　shall　let　fly　at　the　beasts。　　The　infernal　indignity　of　it！　　But　that　is　by　the　way。　You　see　how　all　this　magnificent　country　lies　waste　with　nothing　but　this　crawling；　ugly　mockery　of　human　life。〃　〃They　sing；〃　said　Amanda。　〃Yes；〃　said　Benham　and　reflected；　〃they　do　sing。　　I　suppose　singing　is　the　last　thing　left　to　men。　　When　there　is　nothing　else　you　can　still　sit　about　and　sing。　　Miners　who　have　been　buried　in　mines　will　sing；　people　going　down　in　ships。〃　〃The　Sussex　labourers　don't　sing；〃　said　Amand