He looked like a man on the verge of a collapse.

He was still, however, able to ask a question.
"By whom ?" "The murderer was not caught," Arnold told him.

"No one seems to have seen him clearly, it all took place so quickly.

He stole out of some corner where he must have been hiding, and he was gone before anyone had time to realize what was happening." Mr.Weatherley had been standing up all this time, clutching nervously at his desk.

He suddenly collapsed into his easy-chair.
His face was gray, his mouth twitched as though he were about to have a stroke.
"My God!" he murmured.