"You will go back, will you not ?" She seemed to shrink from my approach, and moved backward, still facing me, until she came to her own door.

There she remained a moment, clinging to the knob, but as I emerged into the full light of the front hall, she stepped into the room, and closed the door.

Some way, her action hurt me worse than any words could have done, yet I walked past to the stairs in silence, and called to the guard below.
Miles came up with the two Confederates, and a dozen words of explanation sufficed.

Together we picked up the body, bore it into a near-by room, and placed it upon the bed.

The man had been struck back of the ear, apparently by the butt of a revolver or the stock of a gun, the skull crushed.