From far, far below sounded the rich, melodious, sonorous voice of a saxophone.

And then, if an onlooker had eyes to see, slim forms came rising from below, their serene faces bright with anticipation.

They had scarcely a moment's thought to spare for the chap who had sent them to their doom so precipitously.

If anything, they pitied the man, because they knew that if he had had a choice in life, he would never have chosen the choice he chose.

You see, they knew all about Spaw and his gaseous rumblings.