Hence these two bloodstains which reddened the pavement.

He himself must have been struck down beside the pedestal, on which his blood had spurted.
After a few seconds of examination, Roland was as sure of this as if he had witnessed the struggle with his own eyes.

Now, what had been done with the bodies?
He cared little enough about two of them; but he was determined to know what had become of that of Sir John.
A track of blood started from the pedestal and led straight to the door.
Sir John's body had been carried outside.

Roland shook the massive door.
It was only latched, and opened at the first pressure.

Outside the sill the tracks of blood still continued.