I--oh, poor woman!" and with a sob she dropped her face in her hands.
"Hush!" Luttrell called sharply for silence, and a moment afterwards, a loud shrill scream rent the air like lightning.
Miranda cowered from it.
"Jenny Prask!" said Hillyard.
"Then--then--the news is true," faltered Miranda, and she would have fallen but for the arm of her husband about her waist.
They waited until Sir Chichester came down the stairs to them.

He was shaken and trembling.

He, the spectator of dramas, was now a character in one most tragically enacted under his own roof.
"The report is true to the letter," he said in a low voice.

"Dennis, will you go for McKerrel, the doctor.

You know his house in Midhurst.
Will you take your car, and bring him back.