The doctor moved a step aside with Colonel Harbison.
"Had he been drinking ?" he asked in a low tone.
"I don't know," said the colonel.
"Shrimplin has gone for Mrs.Langham--I think they are here now.

Don't let her come up until I have made my examination.

Will you see to this ?" And the colonel quitted the room and hurried down-stairs.
As he gained the floor below, Evelyn entered the house.
"How is Marsh, Colonel Harbison ?" she asked.
Her face was colorless but her manner was unexcited; her lips even had a smile for the colonel.
"Doctor Taylor is with him, and I trust he will be able to tell you that Marshall's injuries are not serious!" said Harbison gently.
"Where is he?
I must go to him--" "The doctor prefers that you wait until he finishes his examination," said the colonel.

He drew her into the library.

"Evelyn, I must tell you--you must know that something else--unspeakably dreadful--has happened here to-night!" "Yes ?" The single word was no more than a breath on her full lips.
The colonel hesitated.
"You need not fear to tell me--whatever it is, I--I am prepared for anything--" said Evelyn, with a pause between each word.
"The judge is dead," said Harbison simply.