I should have told you first, perhaps.

Lord Montdidier was murdered on board ship.

A telegram reached Mombasa yesterday at ten A.M.from up-coast saying that the body of an unknown, Englishman had been picked up at sea by an Arab dhow, with the face too badly eaten by fish to be recognizable.

You may take it from me, that is Lord Montdidier's corpse." The calm announcement was intended to surprise us, and it did, but the result surprised her.
"You she-devil!" said Will.

"If you and your gang have murdered that fine fellow I'll turn the tables on you! You go up-stairs, and pray he isn't dead! Pray that corpse may prove to be some one's else! If he's dead I'll guarantee you it's the worst day's work you ever had a hand in! Go up-stairs!" He flung away the cigarette she had given him and knocked his chair away.
"Sit down, you young fool!" she said.