“Very nearly, but not quite. The doctor says the chief trouble is concussion of the brain. Whoever did it must have had a grudge against him; they seem to have done everything to him they could. Why he didn’t cry out and call for help was because they’d twisted a cord or something round his throat so tight that if they hadn’t taken it off just when they did, it would have been a case of strangulation there was a great weal round his neck where the cord had been. He couldn’t have uttered a sound while it was on, do to him what they might, and the life was all out of him by the time they took it off.”
I tried to speak when she paused, but for a moment it was beyond me; I had to put up my hands to hide what was on my face and in my eyes, and I shuddered.
Never before had I felt as I did the
