At last!" She pushed open the door and went sideways down the narrow passage.
Directly they had entered it they had a view of the room beyond.

Madame cried out, and Duncombe felt all his vague fears spring into a terrified apprehension of actual evil.
The curtain before the window had been hastily drawn, but the lamp which the portress carried was sufficient feebly to illuminate the room.

The table-cloth and a broken vase lay upon the floor.

A few feet off was an overturned chair.

Upon the canopied bed lay a prostrate figure, the head thrown back at an unnatural angle, the eyes open but glazed.