The truth, perhaps, was best.
"Rosario is dead," he replied gravely.

"He was stabbed to the heart and died within a few seconds." There was a queer silence.

Arnold felt inclined to rub his eyes.
Gone was at least part of the horror from their white faces.

Fenella sank back in her chair with a little sob which might almost have been of relief.

Starling, as though suddenly mindful of the conventions, assumed a grimly dolorous aspect.
"Poor fellow!" he muttered.