The body was stiff and cold.

The Squire must have been dead for some hours.
"Murdered!" he said in a low voice; "my father has been murdered." He remained in horror struck silence for a minute or two; then he slowly rose to his feet.
"Let us lay him on the bed," he said, and with the assistance of the three men he lifted and laid him there.
"He has been stabbed," he murmured, pointing to a small cut in the middle of the deep stain, just over the heart.
Ramoo, after helping to lift the Squire onto the bed, had slid down to the floor, and crouched there, sobbing convulsively.

The two servants stood helpless and aghast.

Mark looked round the room: the window was open.

He walked to it.