We unlocked the door and went into the room.
II.
HE lay in bed on his back as the doctor had described him.

On the left side of his nightgown, just over his heart, the blood on the linen told its terrible tale.

As well as one could judge, looking unwillingly at a dead face, he must have been a handsome young man in his lifetime.

It was a sight to sadden anybody--but I think the most painful sensation was when my eyes fell next on his miserable wife.
She was down on the floor, crouched up in a corner--a dark little woman, smartly dressed in gay colors.

Her black hair and her big brown eyes made the horrid paleness of her face look even more deadly white than perhaps it really was.