"I want to see whether he'll commit himself." They passed into the bedchamber.

Quest signed to the keeper to bring Craig to the side of the four-poster.

Then he drew down the sheet.
"Is that your work ?" he asked sternly.
Craig, up till then, had spoken no word.

He had shambled to the bedside, a broken, yet in a sense, a stolid figure.

The sight of the dead man, however, seemed to galvanise him into sudden and awful vitality.