It was in darkness.

He stepped back into the passage, lighted a candle, handed it to Dick Cameron, and they entered quietly together.
Ronnie lay on his back, sleeping heavily.

His eyes were partly open, his face flushed, his breathing rapid.

One arm was flung out toward a chair beside the bed, on which lay his pocket-book, his watch, and a small leather miniature-case containing a portrait of Helen.

This lay open upon the watch, having evidently fallen from his fingers.