For a long time he scrutinised her very carefully, taking up a small mirror and holding it close to her mouth, while we stood anxiously awaiting his verdict.
At last he turned to us, shook his grey head, and said,—
“The poor girl is dead?”
Chapter Fourteen.
Relates what we Discovered.
While the doctor occupied himself with restoring the mistress of the house to consciousness, I stood by watching, and then turned to the window abstractedly, and awaiting my opportunity, succeeded in transferring the photograph of the dead unknown to my overcoat pocket.
Suddenly the housemaid, on returning to the room with some water, pointed to a corner, exclaiming,—
“Why? Look there, sir!”