"It was no use," said the doctor. "I could not arouse the least sign of vitality. Cover the face. Let us leave them."
He stood in silence a moment after this was done.
"So they lie together," he said, "in obedience to the inscrutable decrees of God. In his just and merciful hands we leave them."
So the three went out, leaving the two there.
The doctor led the way down into the hall, Geoffrey in his blankets following him. Jim had brought the rest of his clothes out from the chamber of death, and stayed in the passage dressing himself, for it was better there than in the room. No word passed between the others till he had joined them. Then said the doctor:
"None of us will be able to go to bed till we have pieced together what has happened in the last two hours. So——"
"Two hours!" interrupted Geoffrey.
"Yes, it is now only a little after twelve. It was soon after ten that Harry went to his uncle's room, before going to bed, and found him sleeping.
"He sleeps now," said Geoffrey. Then in a whisper, "Tell me, did Sanders kill him?"