He nodded, and fell into pace beside my litter.
The body of Whitmore lay along the foot of the wall where it had fallen.

But when we drew near, it was not at the body that I stared, putting out a hand and gripping Archibald Plinlimmon's arm.
On the balcony opposite, George Leicester still leaned forward and grinned down into the street.
He did not move or glance aside even when Archibald commanded the men to set me down; nor when he passed in at the open door and we waited; nor again when he stepped out on the balcony and called him by name.
The corpse stared down still.

For it was a corpse, with a woman's bodkin-dagger driven tight home between the shoulder-blades.
And so, by an unknown sister's hand, Isabel's wrongs had earthly vengeance..