The detective picked it up and proceeded to look over the scene of battle.
The first thing that he saw was the body of the first man that he had shot.
Nick turned him over and flashed the light in his face.
It was covered with blood; Nick wiped it away; he thought that it might be either Jack Weeden or the burglar, Billy Young.
It was neither.
“Fred Rowe,” exclaimed Nick, as he recognized the features of the corpse. “A more unprincipled scoundrel never lived. A man of good family and excellent position, he took to bad companionship, and this is his end.”
About a dozen feet farther down the road he saw the body of the man who had been stricken down by the thunderbolt.
His features had been so badly burned that Nick was unable to recognize who it had been.
While Nick was looking at the man who lay at his feet, he was seized from behind and dashed to the ground.
All of the breath was knocked out of his body by the fall.