So, too, was the door leading to what I would call the underground room--it was little better--through which one had to pass to reach Odette's flat by the back way.
"I opened the door of the flat," said Mr.Milburgh impressively, "and walked in.

I had extinguished the light when I went, but to my surprise I saw through the transom of Odette's bedroom that a light was burning within.

I turned the handle, and even before I saw into the room, my nose was assailed by a smell of burning powder.
"The first sight which met my gaze was a man lying on the floor.

He was on his face, but I turned him over, and to my horror it was Mr.Thornton Lyne.

He was unconscious and bleeding from a wound in the chest," said Mr.Milburgh, "and at the moment I thought he was dead.