But, from the moment when I opened the door on poor Tant Mettie's body, lying there in its red horror, I felt it must be he.

And when you started just now, I said to myself in a flash of intuition--'Sebastian has come! He has come to see how his devil's work has prospered.' He sees it has gone wrong.

So now he will try to devise some other." I thought of the malign expression on that cruel white face as it stared in at the window from the outer gloom, and I felt convinced she was right.

She had read her man once more.

For it was the desperate, contorted face of one appalled to discover that a great crime attempted and successfully carried out has failed, by mere accident, of its central intention..