I jumped up and ran, just as I was, into his room.

It was nearly pitch dark, but as I opened the door there was light enough to see Father's nightdress as he lay on the floor under the safe, just as on that first awful night.
Then I think I must have gone mad for a moment." She stopped and shuddered.

My eyes lit on Sergeant Daw, still fiddling in an aimless way with the revolver.

Mindful of my work with the tourniquet, I said calmly: "Now tell us, Sergeant Daw, what did you fire at ?" The policeman seemed to pull himself together with the habit of obedience.

Looking around at the servants remaining in the room, he said with that air of importance which, I take it, is the regulation attitude of an official of the law before strangers: "Don't you think, sir, that we can allow the servants to go away?
We can then better go into the matter." I nodded approval; the servants took the hint and withdrew, though unwillingly, the last one closing the door behind him.