I heard an exclamation from LeVere, and stood for an instant utterly unable to move.

The only sound audible was the steady drip of blood.

I knew already what I should find, yet finally forced myself forward--he was stone dead, pierced with three knife thrusts.

I stood up and faced the mulatto, whose countenance was fairly green with horror.
"What do you know about this, Senor LeVere ?" I asked sternly.

"The man has been murdered, knifed.