The girl's shrieks were the first intimation that something alarming had occurred.
"Mrs.Ireland hastened downstairs.

On reaching the hall she found the door of her husband's room open, and it was from there that the girl's shrieks proceeded.
"'The master, mum--the poor master--he is dead, mum--I am sure he is dead!'-- accompanied by vigorous thumps against the glass partition, and not very measured language on the part of the watchman from the outer office, such as--'Why don't you open the door instead of making that row ?' "Mrs.Ireland is not the sort of woman who, under any circumstances, would lose her presence of mind.

I think she proved that throughout the many trying circumstances connected with the investigation of the case.
She gave only one glance at the room and realized the situation.

On the arm-chair, with head thrown back and eyes closed, lay Mr.Ireland, apparently in a dead faint; some terrible shock must have very suddenly shattered his nervous system, and rendered him prostrate for the moment.
What that shock had been it was pretty easy to guess.
"The door of the safe was wide open, and Mr.Ireland had evidently tottered and fainted before some awful fact which the open safe had revealed to him; he had caught himself against a chair which lay on the floor, and then finally sunk, unconscious, into the arm-chair.
"All this, which takes some time to describe," continued the man in the corner, "took, remember, only a second to pass like a flash through Mrs.Ireland's mind; she quickly turned the key of the glass door, which was on the inside, and with the help of James Fairbairn, the watchman, she carried her husband upstairs to his room, and immediately sent both for the police and for a doctor.
"As Mrs.Ireland had anticipated, her husband had received a severe mental shock which had completely prostrated him.

The doctor prescribed absolute quiet, and forbade all worrying questions for the present.