"I will go for a doctor," said Bordine.
"A doctor? See the life-blood there. Think you a doctor can be of service?" groaned the young brother.
"No, but it is customary in such cases, and the coroner must be notified."
August Bordine turned to depart.
"Stop!"
Ransom Vane laid a detaining hand on the arm of the young engineer.
"See; what is that?"
It proved to be a spot of blood on the hand and sleeve of the young engineer's shirt, a point of which peered below his outer sleeve.
"It came from this," explained August, holding out the letter.
"Where did you get that?"