If so, it's--murder." "Murder!" echoed Heyton, his voice again hoarse.
"Yes, my lord.

There's been a burglary; the safe, the safe in his lordship's dressing-room, has been broken into.

Jenkins found his lordship lying on the ground--there was blood----" The man's voice had risen by this time and it brought Miriam to the door.

She looked from one to the other, the nameless terror she felt showing in her eyes.
"What is it ?" she demanded.
"Go--go away, Miriam," said Heyton, hoarsely.

"Go back to your own room." Disregarding his injunctions with a kind of contempt, she advanced and addressed herself to the terror-stricken valet.
"What is it, Simcox ?" she asked.