He drew Cooper’s drawing from his pocket and laid it by the crystal warrior.
Lady Stair’s eyes fell to it, then lifted to his face; a color came into her cheeks and she rose trembling.
As she turned she caught sight of Delia and cried out in a frightened way with blanched cheeks.
“Hush!” said Lord Stair; he was beside her looking at the dead woman. “She has fixed on me the blood of Glencoe—and she has paid—hush!”
Lady Stair shrank away, still with terror in her eyes. “Who was she?” came her whisper.
“Do you want to know? Does it matter now?”
“No! no!”
She shuddered against the table, gazing at Delia’s terrible calm against the background of the strange room.
Lord Stair looked at the burning sunrise and held out his right hand; the glowing light fell on it, a crimson stain.
“You see—the blood of Glencoe!”