His hand fell from the other's arms, and the man, finding himself free, withdrew to his former place in the room, where he proceeded to enact again and with increased vivacity first the killing of and then the mourning for his master, which but a few moments before had made so suggestive an impression upon them.

This done, he stood waiting, but this time with that gleam of infernal joy in the depths of his quick, restless eyes which made his very presence in this room of death seem a sacrilege and horror.
Styles could not stand it.

"Can't you speak ?" he shouted.

"Can't you hear ?" The man only smiled, an evil and gloating smile, which Mr.Gryce thought it his duty to cut short.
"Take him away!" he cried.

"Examine him carefully for blood marks.