"Do you see that ?" I asked.
She uttered an exclamation and bent nearer.

"Blood!" cried she, and stood staring, with rapidly paling cheeks and trembling form.

"They have killed her and he will never--" As she did not finish I looked up.
"Do you think it was her blood ?" she whispered in a horrified tone.
"There is every reason to believe so," rejoined I, pointing to a spot where I had at last discovered not only one crimson drop but many, scattered over the scarcely redder roses under my feet.
"Ah, it is worse than I thought," murmured she.

"What are you going to do?
What can we do?
"I am going to send for another detective," returned I; and stepping to the window I telegraphed at once to the man Harris to go for Mr.Gryce.
"The one we saw at the Station ?" I bowed assent.
Her face lost something of its drawn expression.

"O I am glad; he will do something." Subduing my indignation at this back thrust, I employed my time in taking note of such details as had escaped my previous attention.