There was Mrs.Turold's funeral in the afternoon, and when he came home I thought he would prefer to be left to himself.
"He went to his sitting-room, and stayed there.

My husband and I retired early that night, but later we were awakened by a very loud knock at the front door.

We heard Mr.Austin Turold, who was still up, go down and open it.

Then we heard a very loud voice, outside--Mr.Robert Turold's man-servant, it appears.

We heard him tell Mr.Austin that his brother had been found shot.