"Sudden death of a visitor at the Carlton Hotel." The place was beginning to go round.
Saxe Leinitzer returned.

His face to her seemed positively ghastly.

He carried an evening paper in his hand.

She snatched it away from him.

It was there before her in bold, black letters: "Sudden death in the Carlton Hotel." Her eyes, dim a moment ago, suddenly blazed fire upon him.
"It shall be a life for a life," she whispered.