His face looked pale and ghastly in the light of day.

I stepped close to his bed and, laying my hand upon his brow, was horrified to discover that he was dead.

What was I to do?
I sat down to think, trembling with fright.

I must call in a policeman and tell him all I knew about my strange visitor.

No, not all; I must not tell him about the letter, thought I.My uncle might not wish it to be published to the world.