He looked at the room in which they were, but there was no door except that by which they had entered. Then he uttered a startled cry, and stepping forward fell on his knee. On the other side of the long tables heaped up with instruments, hidden so that at first they had not seen him, Oliver Haddo lay on the floor, dead. His blue eyes were staring wide, and they seemed larger than they had ever been. They kept still the expression of terror which they had worn in the moment of his agony, and his heavy face was distorted with deadly fear. It was purple and dark, and the eyes were injected with blood. “He died of suffocation,” whispered Dr Porhoët. Arthur pointed to the neck. There could be seen on it distinctly the marks of the avenging fingers that had strangled the life out of him. It was impossible to hesitate. “I told you that I had killed him,” said Arthur. Then he remembered something more. He took hold of the right arm. He was convinced that it had been broken during that desperate struggle in the darkness. He felt it carefully and listened. He heard plainly the two parts of the bone rub against one another. The dead man’s arm was broken just in the place where he had broken it. Arthur stood up. He took one last look at his enemy. That vast mass of flesh lay heaped up on the floor in horrible disorder. “Now that you have seen, will you come away?” said Susie, interrupting him. The words seemed to bring him suddenly to himself. “Yes, we must go quickly.” They turned away and with hurried steps walked through those bright attics till they came to the stairs. “Now go down and wait for me at the door,” said Arthur. “I will follow you immediately.” “What are you going to do?” asked Susie. “Never mind. Do as I tell you. I have not finished here yet.” They went down the great oak staircase and waited in the hall. They wondered what Arthur was about. Presently he came running down. “Be quick!” he cried. “We have no time to lose.” “What have you done, Arthur?” There’s no time to tell you now.” He hurried them out and slammed the door behind him. He took Susie’s hand. “Now we must run. Come.” She did not know what his haste signified, but her heart beat furiously. He dragged her along. Dr Porhoët hurried on behind them. Arthur plunged into the wood. He would not leave them time to breathe. “You must be quick,” he said. At last they came to the opening in the fence, and he helped them to get through. Then he carefully replaced the wooden paling and, taking Susie’s arm began to walk rapidly towards their inn. “I’m frightfully tired,” she said. “I simply can’t go so fast.” “You must. Presently you can rest as long as you like.” They walked very quickly for a while. Now and then Arthur looked back. The night was still quite dark, and the stars shone out in their myriads. At last he slackened their pace. “Now you can go more slowly,” he said.