"ROSARIO IS DEAD!" Fenella never became absolutely unconscious.

She was for some time in a state apparently of intense nervous prostration.

Her breath was coming quickly, her eyes and her fingers seemed to be clinging to his as though for support.

Her touch, her intimate presence, her reliance upon him, seemed to Arnold to infect the very atmosphere of the place with a thrill of the strangest excitement.
"You think that he is dead ?" she faltered once.
"Of course not," he replied reassuringly.

"I saw no weapon at all.
It was just a quarrel." She half closed her eyes.
"There was blood upon his waistcoat," she declared, "and I saw something flash through the window." "I will go and see, if you like," Arnold suggested.
Her fingers gripped his.
"Not yet! Don't leave me yet! Why did you say that you recognized the hand--that it was the same hand you saw upon the window-sill last night ?" "Because of the signet ring," Arnold answered promptly.