"We'll go at once. There must be no further concealment."
Reginald was sitting up in bed, very white and haggard.
"I thought I heard voices," he said when they entered the room. "Have you been there?"
"Yes, I have been there," said Dick.
"Did you see him? Speak--speak!"
"I saw him."
"You saw him! Well--well?"
"He is dead."
"My God! My God! My father!--Dead! And he died at enmity with me!" groaned Reginald, sinking down in bed, and turning his face to the wall. They did not disturb him--did not dare to speak. "Is it certain that he was murdered," he said presently in a broken voice, "that he did not die a natural death?"
"I fear there is no doubt."