Will you go in now, sir?
He is most eager to see you." Braden entered the room, sick with horror.

A member of the family! A member of the family to do the killing! He was shocked by the appearance of the sick old man.

Templeton Thorpe had wasted to a thin, greyish shadow.

His lips were as white as his cheek, and that was the colour of chalk.

Only his eyes were bright and gleaming with the life that remained to him.