But Cynthia remained where she was and peeped over the butler’s shoulder. He struck a match and held it in the hollow of his hand until the tiny flame grew brighter, then leaned forward and gazed into the carriage.
The intruder was huddled in the corner, his head thrown back, and the light fell on a livid face and was reflected back from glazing eyes. Cynthia’s knees gave way, and she sank speechless to the ground.
“’Fore Gawd!” gasped Joshua, “it’s Marse James—an’ he’s daid!”
“But Cynthia remained where she was and peeped over
the butler’s shoulder”
[CHAPTER III]
A MYSTERIOUS TRAGEDY
THE portières were pulled aside.
“Excellency, breakfast is served,” and the servant bowed deferentially toward a figure standing in the bow window. As the announcement reached his ears in the musical language of his native tongue, the Japanese Ambassador turned from the window and hastened into the dining room.