My heart fails me.

I almost wish we hadn't come." As he said this, he moved forward a few paces, when, finding his feet glued to the ground by some adhesive substance, he stooped to feel what it was, but instantly withdrew his hand, with an exclamation of horror.
"God in Heaven!" he cried, "the floor is covered with blood.

Some foul murder has been committed.

The light!--the light!" Astounded at his cries, Thames sprang towards him.

At this moment, Blueskin appeared with the lamp, and revealed a horrible spectacle,--the floor deluged with blood,--various articles of furniture upset,--papers scattered about,--the murdered man's cloak, trampled upon, and smeared with gore,--his hat, crushed and similarly stained,--his sword,--the ensanguined cloth,--with several other ghastly evidences of the slaughterous deed.