I know this, because it was the flare of his crimson cloak, as he rushed in, which first caught my eye, in the firelight, and made me look into the mirror at all.

Before that I was intent on Ronnie.

The Avenger seized the woman from behind; I saw his brown hands on the whiteness of her throat.

Grief and horror were on his face, as he looked over her shoulder, and past the chair, at the prostrate heap upon the floor." "Which heap," said Dick, trying to speak lightly, "was our poor Ronnie." "No," said Helen, gazing straight before her into the fire, "the heap upon the floor was _not_ Ronnie." "But--I am positive!--I saw it myself! I saw you kneeling beside it.

I helped to sort it, afterwards.