The Professor turned down the sheets.

Then he held out his hand.

His face, too, was blanched.
"Julia, don't come," he begged.
"I must know!" she almost shrieked.

"I must know!" "George is dead," the Professor said slowly.
There was a moment's awful silence, broken by a piercing scream from Lady Ashleigh.

She sank down upon the sofa and the Professor leaned over her.
Quest turned to the little group of frightened servants who were gathering round the doorway.
"Telephone for a doctor," he ordered, "also to the local police-station." [Illustration: "FOR GOD'S SAKE, COME! MY MASTER HAS BEEN STRANGLED TO DEATH."] [Illustration: "LADY ASHLEIGH, I WILL FIND AND BRING TO JUSTICE, THE CRIMINAL."] He, too, approached the bed and reverently lifted the covering.