He understood from Arnold's expression that something serious had happened.
"My God!" he exclaimed.

"Mrs.Weatherley--my wife--" "Mrs.Weatherley is quite well," Arnold assured him quickly.

"It is Mr.Rosario." "What of him?
What about Rosario ?" "He is dead," Arnold announced.

"You will read all about it in the evening papers.

He was murdered--just as he was on the point of entering the Milan Grill Room." Mr.Weatherley began to shake.