It was unusually pale.
In an instant a terrible thought flashed across my mind, and I bent eagerly towards him. He was not asleep, for his eyes were still wide-open, although his chin had sunk upon his breast.
I placed my hand quickly upon his heart, but could detect no movement. I touched his cheek. It was still warm. But his eyes told the appalling truth. They were bloodshot, stony, discoloured, and already glazing. The hideous, astounding fact could not be disguised.
Roddy Morgan was dead!
Chapter Seven.
What Ash Knew.
The shock caused me by this discovery was indescribable.
My first action on recovering was to alarm those in the house, but it was found that Ash, Roddy’s man, was absent.