"Why?" sharply asked Mr. Dare.
"They had a dreadful quarrel this evening, sir, after you left. Mr. Herbert drew a knife upon his brother. I got in just in time to stop bloodshed, or it might have happened then."
Mr. Dare suppressed a groan. "Go off, Joseph, and bring a doctor here. He may not be past reviving, Milbank is the nearest. If he is at home, bring him; if not, get anybody."
Joseph, without his hat, sped across the lawn, and gained the entrance gate at the very moment that a gig was passing. By the light of a lamp, Joseph saw that it contained Mr. Glenn, the surgeon, driven by his servant. He had been on a late professional visit into the country. Joseph shouted running before the horse in his excitement, and the man pulled up.
"What's the matter, Joseph?" asked Mr. Glenn. "Any one ill?"
Somewhat curious to say, Mr. Glenn was the usual medical attendant of the Dares. Joseph explained as well as he could. Mr. Anthony had been found lying on the dining-room carpet, to all appearance dead. Mr. Glenn descended.
"Anything up at your place?" asked a policeman, who had just come by, on his beat.
"I should think there is," returned Joseph. "One of the gentlemen's been found dead."
"Dead!" echoed the policeman. "Which of them is it?" he asked, after a pause.
"Mr. Anthony."