"My God!" I cried, awe-stricken. "What has occurred? Why—it's Reggie!"
"Reggie!" shrieked Ulrica, kneeling quickly and placing her gloved hand eagerly upon his heart. "Reggie!—and he's dead!".
"Impossible!" I gasped, almost petrified by the hideous discovery.
"It is true," she went on, her face white as that of the dead man before us. "Look, there's blood upon his lips. See—the chair over there is thrown down and broken. There has apparently been a fierce struggle."
Next instant a thought occurred to me, and bending, I quickly searched his inner pockets. The bank-notes were not there.
Then the ghastly truth became entirely plain.
Reginald Thorne had been robbed and murdered.
CHAPTER IV
RELATES SOME ASTOUNDING FACTS
The amazing discovery held us in speechless bewilderment.