"We can do no good here, Mrs.
Pendleton," he said gently.

"Your brother is dead." "Dead?
Robert dead!" Her startled eye sought his averted face, and her feminine intuition gathered that which he was seeking to withhold.

"Do you mean that he has been killed ?" she whimpered.
"I fear that there has been--an accident," he replied evasively.

He stood in front of them in a way which obscured their view of the prone figure, and a small shining thing lying alongside, which he alone had seen.
"Come," he said, in a professional manner, taking her by the arm.

"Let me take you downstairs." He got her away from the threshold, and pulled the broken door to, shutting out the spectacle within.
"Are you going to leave him there--like that ?" whispered Mrs.Pendleton.
"It is necessary, till the police have seen him," he assured her.