I was afraid to open it slowly; I felt as if there might be some dreadful thing behind it ready to pounce out on me! Then I switched on the electric light, and stepped into the room.
I looked first at the bed.

The sheets were all crumpled up, so that I knew Father had been in bed; but there was a great dark red patch in the centre of the bed, and spreading to the edge of it, that made my heart stand still.

As I was gazing at it the sound of the breathing came across the room, and my eyes followed to it.

There was Father on his right side with the other arm under him, just as if his dead body had been thrown there all in a heap.

The track of blood went across the room up to the bed, and there was a pool all around him which looked terribly red and glittering as I bent over to examine him.