"This is very sudden," gasped Crichton. "I hadn't heard he was ill. What did he die of?"
"'E was murdered, my lord."
CHAPTER IV
ON THE SCENE OF THE TRAGEDY
"When, how, who did it?" cried Cyril incoherently. "Give me the paper."
"Murder of Lord Wilmersley—disappearance of Lady Wilmersley," he read. "Disappearance of Lady Wilmersley," he repeated, as the paper fell from his limp hand.
"Here, get your master some whiskey; the shock has been too much for him," said Camp bell. "Mysterious disappearance of Lady Wilmersley," murmured Crichton, staring blankly in front of him.
"Here, drink this, old man; you'll be all right in a moment," said Campbell, pressing a glass into his hand.
Cyril emptied it automatically.