Lorraine was dead.
He looked at Stephanie—she was still insensible. What should he do? Two dead men, an unconscious woman, and himself! What was best for her?
An instant he thought.—Then he strode across, and was gathering her in his arms to bear her from the room when she opened her eyes.
She gave a gasp—saw who held her—the startled look vanished—and she smiled.
"Montague!" she said weakly. "Montague! How did you get here—how——"
She caught sight of the two forms on the floor—stared—then shuddered in sudden remembrance.
"Dead!—Both dead!" she whispered. "Let me down, dear—I'm not——"
"You must come away," he said, putting her down but keeping his arm around her. "This is no place for you, sweetheart."
She suffered his arm to remain, and stood looking at Lorraine—Amherst she had recoiled from in horror!