The place where he lay was right in front of the big safe.

He was in his pyjamas.

The left sleeve was torn, showing his bare arm, and stretched out toward the safe.

It looked--oh! so terrible, patched all with blood, and with the flesh torn or cut all around a gold chain bangle on his wrist.

I did not know he wore such a thing, and it seemed to give me a new shock of surprise." She paused a moment; and as I wished to relieve her by a moment's divergence of thought, I said: "Oh, that need not surprise you.