d**k ran to the bedside, and one glance at the still figures told him all he wanted to know.
“Both shot,” he said, and looked up at the filmy cloud under the ceiling. “May have happened any time—a quarter of an hour ago. This stuff hangs about for hours.”
“Hold every servant in the house,” said Elk in an undertone to the men who were with him.
A doorway led to a smaller bedroom, which was evidently that occupied by Maitland’s sister.
“The shot was fired from this entrance,” said d**k. “Probably a silencer was used, but we shall hear about that later.”
He searched the floor and found two spent cartridges of a heavy calibre automatic.
“They killed the woman, of course,” he said, speaking his thoughts aloud. “I was afraid of this. If I could only have got our men in!”
“You expected him
