"No! no!" said Beryl, anxiously. "Lucy is upstairs with the corpse. Come and take her away. She can't remain here."
"Yes, I know," said Mrs. Webber, recovering from her momentary alarm, and getting hastily out of the carriage. "James, where is Francis?"
"He's gone off after the murderer, mum," said James, touching his hat; "but for the 'orses I'd have gone also."
"Wait—wait," said Mrs. Webber, hurrying up the steps. "How terrible—poor Sir Simon. Where is the body?" she asked, shuddering.
"In the sitting-room on the first floor," said Mrs. Gilroy.
"Where the red light is?" asked the lady.
"There is no red light," said Mrs. Gilroy.
"But I tell you there is," said Mrs. Webber. "I saw it when I heard the horrid cry of murder."
"The red light," said Julius, starting. "I wonder"—he hurried outside and looked up to the dark front of the house. "There's no red light, Mrs. Webber," he called out.
"I knew there wasn't," cried Mrs. Gilroy, sitting down, evidently exhausted. "You must be mistaken, ma'am."