“Good God!” cried the man. And he rushed upstairs, the other following.
With trembling fingers the man lit the gas; and Samuel took one look, and then turned away and caught at a table, sick with horror. The girl was lying in the midst of a pool of blood; and across her throat, from ear to ear, was a great gaping slit.
“Oh! oh!” gasped Samuel, and then—“I can't stand it!” And holding out one hand from him, he hid his face with the other.
Meantime the proprietor was staring at him. “See here, young fellow,” he said.
“What is it?” asked Samuel.
“When did you find out about this?”
“Why, just now. When I came in.”
“You've been out?”
“Why of course. I went out just after we came.”
“I didn't see you.”