I flung precaution aside and went leaping downstairs to the door.

I fumbled for the door-catch in the darkness, flung open the door, and ran out into the night--across the moors and home.
"I had hardly got inside before your sister came with her husband to see me--to beg me to go with her to Flint House and reason with your brother.
To reason with him! He was beyond the futility of argument, the folly of retort.

I did not want to go--at first.

Then it dawned upon me that a kindly fate offered me a providential chance of securing my safety.

No suspicion could fall on me if I went back--and found the body.
"And so it turned out.