Part 7 (1/2)

It struck ht at least ascertain froht of that before?

Jenkins departed on his errand, and half a ht me to my feet with a bound

”hello, what's up?” I called, and rushed up the stairs, to

”Look there, sir,” he sta, when I turned the lights out, I'll swear!”

He pointed to the door-sill, through which was oozing a sluggish, sinister-looking stream of dark red fluid

”It's--it's blood!” he whispered

I had seen that at the first glance

”Shall I go for the police?”

”No,” I said sharply ”He may be only wounded”

I went and ha contact with that horrible little pool

”Cassavetti! Cassavetti! Are you within, man?” I shouted; but there was no answer

”Stand aside I' ht at the lintel to saveinwards,--to rebound froain, entered sideways through the aperture, and beckoned Jenkins to follow

Huddled up in a heap, almost behind the door, was the body of a ht

It was Cassavetti himself, dead; stabbed to the heart

CHAPTER VII

A RED-HAIRED WOMAN!

I bent over the corpse and touched the forehead tentatively with er-tips It was stone cold The man must have been dead many hours

”Coether, man!” I said to Jenkins, who seemed half-paralyzed with fear and horror

We squeezed back through the s Jenkins by the ar like a leaf, and scarcely able to stand alone