As he stood in the doorway, his eyes travelled from her to his wife.

His face turned white, a nasty greyish white, his eyes snapped like an angry cat's, and then his face hardened in a sneer.

But Ada, who was fast losing consciousness of her identity, stared at her husband without fear or surprise.

The deadly silence was broken by the arrival of Cassidy, who nearly ran into Jonah with the tray.
"Beg pardon," said he, briskly, and looking down found himself staring into the face of a grinning corpse.
"Don't mind me, Cassidy," said the corpse, speaking.

"She can stand another glass, I think." Cassidy put the tray down with a jerk that upset the glasses.
"I'm very sorry this should have happened, Mr Jones," he stammered.
"I'm very ..." "Of course you are," cried Jonah.