There's that knife which was in the inkstand on the library table stickin' in 'is 'eart," said Wilkins in a dismal voice.
Mr.Manley glanced at the dead man.

He looked to have been stabbed as he slept.

His body had sagged down in the chair, and his head was sunk between his shoulders, so that he appeared almost neckless.

His once so florid face was of an even, dead, yellowish pallor.
Mr.Manley's glance at the dead man was brief.

Then he saw that the door between the smoking-room and the library was ajar.