"We know nothing yet, sir," was his quick response. "I entered his room at two o'clock, as usual, to see if he wanted anything, and saw that he was quite still, apparently asleep. The lamp was turned low, but as I looked over the bed I saw a small dark patch upon the sheet. This I discovered to be blood, and a moment later was horrified to discover a small wound close to the heart, and from it the blood was slowly oozing." "Then he's been stabbed, you think?" I gasped, springing up and beginning to dress myself hastily. "We think so, sir. It's awful!" "Terrible!" I said, utterly dumbfounded by the man's amazing story. "After you made the discovery, how did you act?" "I awoke the nurse, who slept in the room adjoining. And then we aroused Miss Mivart. The shock to her was terrible, poor young lady. When she saw the body of the old gentleman she burst into tears, and at once sent me to you. I didn't find a cab till I'd walked almost to Hammersmith, and then I came straight on here." "But is there undoubtedly foul play, Short?" "No doubt whatever, sir. I'm nothing of a doctor, but I could see the wound plainly, like a small clean cut just under the heart." "No weapon about?" "I didn't see anything, sir." "Have you called the police?" "No, sir. Miss Mivart said she would wait until you arrived. She wants your opinion." "And Mrs. Courtenay. How does she bear the tragedy?" "The poor lady doesn't know yet." "Doesn't know? Haven't you told her?" "No, sir. She's not at home." "What? She hasn't returned?" "No, sir," responded the man. That fact was in itself peculiar. Yet there was, I felt sure, some strong reason if young Mrs. Courtenay remained the night with her friends, the Hennikers. Trains run to Kew after the theatres, but she had possibly missed the last, and had been induced by her friends to remain the night with them in town. Yet the whole of the tragic affair was certainly very extraordinary. It was Short's duty to rise at two o'clock each morning and go to his master's room to ascertain if the invalid wanted anything. Generally, however, the old gentleman slept well, hence there had been no necessity for a night nurse. When I entered the cab, and the man having taken a seat beside me, we had set out on our long night drive to Kew, I endeavoured to obtain more details regarding the Courtenay _menage_. In an ordinary way I could scarcely have questioned a servant regarding his master and mistress, but on this drive I saw an occasion to obtain knowledge, and seized it. Short, although a well-trained servant, was communicative. The shock he had sustained in discovering his master made him so.