Thus Sir Terence whilst he stood there waiting for the outcry from Mullins that should proclaim the discovery of the body, and afford him a pretext for having the house searched for the slayer.

Nor had he long to wait.
"Sir Terence! Sir Terence! For God's sake, Sir Terence!" he heard the voice of his old servant.

Came the loud crash of the door thrust back until it struck the wall and quick steps along the passage.
Sir Terence stepped out to meet him.
"Why, what the devil--" he was beginning in his bluff, normal tones, when the servant, showing a white, scared face, cut him short.
"A terrible thing, Sir Terence! Oh, the saints protect us, a dreadful thing! This way, sir! There's a man killed--Count Samoval, I think it is!" "What?
Where ?" "Out yonder, in the quadrangle, sir." "But--" Sir Terence checked.

"Count Samoval, did ye say?
Impossible!" and he went out quickly, followed by the butler.
In the quadrangle he checked.

In the few minutes that were sped since he had left the place the moon had overtopped the roof of the opposite wing, so that full upon the enclosed garden fell now its white light, illumining and revealing.
There lay the black still form of Samoval supine, his white face staring up into the heavens, and beside him knelt Tremayne, whilst in the balcony above leaned her ladyship.