He had heard nothing. They both listened intently. Again silence.
“I thought that I heard a groan,” Anna whispered.
He laughed reassuringly.
“I heard nothing,” he declared, “and my ears are good. Come.”
He threw open the door of the sitting-room and switched on the electric light.
“There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed.
He turned round to keep Anna out by force if possible, but he was too late. She was by his side. She too had seen. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet.