The candle still burned. In its wan and flickering light he indicated the still, white figure.
"The veiled woman!" the inspector said. "Dead!"
He stooped swiftly.
"You've done well here anyway, Garth. Let's have a look."
Frantically Garth snatched at his arm and tried to pull him away.
"Don't look! Not you!"
The inspector glanced up amazed. Garth knelt with a gesture of despair.
"What's that?" the inspector whispered, and his voice was suddenly afraid. Garth followed his glance. From the black shadows of the woods a white figure glided. Its face was hidden beneath a white cloth.
Garth's shaking fingers reached out and lifted the stained veil from the silent form. He drew back. His cry was like a sob. For a long time the inspector and Garth stared at the features, apprehensive even in death, of the secretary, Marvin.