The sight which met him for the moment paralyzed both speech and motion.

Halfway across the open space, only dimly revealed in the star-light, her long hair dislodged and flying wildly about her shoulders, the gleam of the weapon in her hand, apparently stopped in the very act of flight, her eyes filled with terror staring back toward him, stood Beth Norvell.

In that first instant he saw nothing else, thought only of her; of the intense peril that had so changed the girl.
With hands outstretched he took a quick step toward her, marvelling why she crouched and shrank back before him as if in speechless fright.
Then he saw.

There between them, at his very feet, the face upturned and ghastly, the hands yet clinched as if in struggle, lay the lifeless body of Biff Farnham.

As though fascinated by the sight, Winston stared at it, involuntarily drawing away as the full measure of this awful horror dawned upon him: she had killed him.