To a man who has not tasted food for about twenty hours, such a discovery could not fail to be depressing, and Mr Armstrong meekly decided to summon Raffles to his assistance.

As he passed down the passage, he could not forbear halting for a moment at the door of a certain room, behind which he knew the mortal remains of his dead employer lay.

As he paused, not liking to enter, liking still less to pass on, the sound of footsteps within startled him.

It was not difficult, after a moment's reflection, to guess to whom they belonged, and the tutor softly tapped on the door.
The only answer was the abrupt halting of the footsteps.

Mr Armstrong entered and found his pupil.
Roger was standing in the ulster he had worn last night.