'He's dead,' he added laconically.

'I'd have broken it to you more gently had I known.

Your pardon, Prince.' There was a pause.
'Dimmock dead!' Prince Aribert whispered under his breath, and he kneeled down by the side of the stretcher.

'What does this mean ?' The poor fellow was just walking across the quadrangle towards the portico when he fell down.

A commissionaire who saw him says he was walking very quickly.