7. A spell of horror lay upon us.
"How awful!" cried Dr. Touchon, "that you should have been subjected to this!"
There was a smugness, a complacency about him that in the presence of death was unspeakably revolting. His pretended solicitude for my employer was ridiculous. Tall, pale, and stony as Nemesis there was nothing of woman's weakness in her. She avoided looking at him that the deadly scorn in her eyes might not tell him that we knew all.
He probably felt the unspoken accusation for he began to swell and to brag a little. "It is lucky that I happened to be here. That young wretch would have turned his gun on you next."
"I think not," said Mme. Storey.
Touchon ran from one body to the other. "Who can they be!" he cried.
"This," said Mme. Storey, indicating the body of Fay, "is,
