"They have all gone?"
She nodded, speechless.
"Whom have they taken?"
"Mr. FitzHerbert … the priests … the servants."
"Mr. FitzHerbert? They found him, then?"
She stared at him with the dull incapacity to understand why he did not know all that she had seen.
"Where did they find him?" he repeated sharply.
"The master … he opened the door to them himself."
Her face writhed itself again into grotesque lines, and she broke out into shrill wailing and weeping.