She had a mind to retreat rather than face the anger of Miss Loach.

But remembering that the bell had rung, she opened the door, determined to explain.

Miss Loach was seated in her usual chair, but leaning back with a ghastly face.
The glare of the electric lamp fixed in the ceiling, shone full on her white countenance, and also on something else.

The bosom of her purple gown was disarranged, and the lace which adorned it was stained with blood.

Startled by her looks Susan hurried forward and gazed searchingly into the face.