Godfrey Cuyler lifted his half glazed eyes and looked at her. Although death was upon him he realized her intention. Struggling to his feet he caught the back of his chair with one hand, and with the other he grasped the knife.
God lent him strength for the moment; he wrenched the knife from her and flung it from him. It fell through the open window.
She pitched headlong upon the floor insensible. He fought back death to lean above her, but a spasm of the heart seized him. He flung himself around and fell back into his chair. The muscles relaxed after a moment, the eyes rolled upward, and limp, utterly lifeless, the body of Godfrey Cuyler lay, when they found him there an hour later, with Leonie still upon the floor at his feet.
[CHAPTER VIII.]
It was the girl whom Leonie had engaged to cook Godfrey Cuyler's meals during her sojourn at Leonard Chandler's who found them there.
She gave the alarm, and several women, and men, as well, hastily answered the summons.
Little was known of the Cuylers among the tenants of the house, as they were people who had few associates, but a doctor was brought, and the living separated from the dead.
He it was who examined some of their effects, and finding only the address of Lynde Pyne, sent a messenger to his office.
He was not in so early in the morning, and it was not until nearly ten o'clock that the note the physician had sent reached him.