There, on the great high-backed carved oak chair sat the Judge in his robes of scarlet and ermine, with his baleful eyes glaring vindictively, and a smile of triumph on the resolute, cruel mouth, as he lifted with his hands a black cap. Malcolmson felt as if the blood was running from his heart, as one does in moments of prolonged suspense.There was a singing in his ears without, he could hear the roar and howl of the tempest, and through it, swept on the storm, came the striking of midnight by the great chimes in the market place.He stood for a space of time that seemed to him endless still as a statue, and with wide-open, horror-struck eyes, breathless.As the clock struck, so the smile of triumph on the Judge's face intensified, and at the last stroke of midnight he placed the black cap on his head.
Slowly and deliberately the Judge rose from his chair and picked up the piece of the rope of the alarm bell which lay on the floor, drew it through his hands as if he enjoyed its touch, and then deliberately began to knot one end of it, fashioning it into a noose. This he tightened and tested with his foot, pulling hard at it till he was satisfied and then making a running noose of it, which he held in his hand.Then he began to move along the table on the opposite side to Malcolmson, keeping his eyes on him until he had passed him, when with a quick movement he stood in front of the door.Malcolmson then began to feel that he was trapped, and tried to think of what he should do.There was some fascination in the Judge's eyes, which he never took off him, and he had, perforce, to look.He saw the Judge approach—still keeping between him and the door—and raise the noose and throw it towards him as if to entangle him.With a great effort he made a quick movement to one side, and saw the rope fall beside him, and heard it strike the oaken floor.Again the Judge raised the noose and tried to ensnare him, ever keeping his baleful eyes fixed on him, and each time by a mighty effort the student just managed to evade it.So this went on for many times, the Judge seeming never discouraged nor discomposed at failure, but playing as a cat does with a mouse.At least in despair, which had reached its climax, Malcolmson cast a quick glance round him.The lamp seemed to have blazed up, and there was a fairly good light in the room.At the many rat-holes and in the chinks and crannies of the wainscot he saw the rats'eyes;and this aspect, that was purely physical, gave him a gleam of comfort.He looked around and saw that the rope of the great alarm bell was laden with rats.Every inch of it was covered with them;and more and more were pouring through the small circular hole in the ceiling whence it emerged, so that with their weight the bell was beginning to sway.