They fell away from it, as Dick looked at him.
Ronnie's wife knelt on the floor beside him, but she was not looking at Ronnie.

She was staring, with white face and starting eyes, into the mirror.

Her left arm, stretched out before her, was rigid with horror, from the shoulder to the tip of the pointing finger.
"Look, Dick!" she shrieked.

"Oh, heavens! Look!" Dick flashed up the electric light; then looked into the mirror.
He saw himself loom large, dishevelled, grimy, travel-stained.

Then he saw Ronnie and the Infant in a dark heap on the floor, and the white face of Ronnie's wife, kneeling beside him with outstretched arm and eyes upon the mirror.