"They killed each other?" she questioned faintly.
"No—Lorraine killed Amherst—and then was stricken either by apoplexy or a heart attack—the victim of his own frenzied emotions."
"I see!" she whispered.—"I see!"
"Come outside, dear—you need air, and I must summon a physician and the police."
"Can't we do—anything for Harry?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"At least, we can put him on the couch."
"It is wiser not."
"Must we let him lie on the floor?"
"Since he is dead, it is best not to disturb anything until the police come," he replied—and slowly led her from the room.