"I am very sorry indeed, Lady Hunterleys--I would spare you this shock if I could--but you must be prepared for very serious things." They had reached the next floor now.

The boy opened the gate of the lift and she stepped out.

She looked pitifully at Draconmeyer.
"You aren't going to tell me that he is dead ?" she moaned.
"I am afraid he is," Draconmeyer assented.
She staggered across the landing, pushing him away from her.

There were four or five people standing outside the door of Hunterleys' apartment.
She appealed to them.
"Let me go in at once," she ordered.

"I am Lady Hunterleys." "The door is locked," one of the men declared.
"Let me go in," she insisted.
She pushed them on one side and hammered at the door.