"Margaret!" I cried. I cried to her in vain. I was seized with a great horror. "She is dead!" I exclaimed.
Hughes came running forward. I almost sprang at him.
"You have killed her!"
"Don't be an idiot, Lucas! She can't be dead!"
"She is dead. And it is your work. For the matter of that, all our blood is upon your head. But we shall not die alone. You shall come, too, my friend."
"If you don't take your hands away, Lucas, I shall have to do you a mischief."
"Mr. Lucas! Mr. Hughes! Have you both of you gone mad? Are you aware that there are ladies present?"
The interference came from Pybus. He dragged us asunder. He showed more presence of mind, and more coolness, too, than I had credited him with. He was a great deal calmer than either Lucas or I.
"What is the meaning of this extraordinary behaviour? And what is the matter with Miss Hammond?"
"He has killed her."