She flew to the open window, and screamed for help.
Sir Patrick’s voice answered her, from the road in front of the cottage.
“Wait for me, for God’s sake!” she cried.
She fled from the room, and rushed down the stairs. In another moment, she had opened the door, and was out in the front garden.
As she ran to the gate, she heard the voice of a strange man on the other side of it. Sir Patrick called to her encouragingly. “The police man is with us,” he said. “He patrols the garden at night—he has a key.” As he spoke the gate was opened from the outside. She saw Sir Patrick, Arnold, and the policeman. She staggered toward them as they came in—she was just able to say, “Up stairs!” before her senses failed her. Sir Patrick saved her from falling. He placed her on the bench in the garden, and waited by her, while Arnold and the policeman hurried into the cottage.
“Where first?” asked Arnold.
“The room the lady called from,” said the policeman
They mounted the stairs, and entered Anne’s room. The gap in the wall was instantly observed by both of them. They looked through it.
Geoffrey Delamayn’s dead body lay on the floor. Hester Dethridge was kneeling at his head, praying.