"You must have some idea," he persisted, "as to who he is. You seemed to expect his coming that night. You would not let me give an alarm or send for the police. It was the same man who killed Rosario."
She shook her head.
"I do not believe that," she declared.
"If it were not the same man," Arnold continued, "it was at least some one who was wearing the same ring. Tell me the truth, Fenella!"
She turned her head. Groves had come once more within hearing.
"I know nothing," she replied, hardly. "Groves, go and knock at the door of your master's room," she added. "Ask him to put on his dressing-gown and come down at once. Mr. Chetwode, come with me into the library while I telephone for the doctor."
Arnold hesitated for a moment.
"Don't you think that I had better stay by him?" he suggested.
She shook her head.
"I will not be left alone," she replied. "I told you on the way here that I was afraid. All the evening I knew that something would happen."