"That is what I am wondering.

I found him here in this condition." "You found him here?
Oh, you found him here in this condition! Curious!" Over his shoulder he spoke to the butler: "Mullins, you had better call the guard." He picked up the slender weapon that lay beside Samoval.
"A duelling sword!" Then he looked searchingly about him until his eyes caught the gleam of the other blade near the wall, where himself he had dropped it.

"Ah!" he said, and went to pick it up.

"Very odd!" He looked up at the balcony, over the parapet of which his wife was leaning.
"Did you see anything, my dear ?" he asked, and neither Tremayne nor she detected the faint note of wicked mockery in the question.
There was a moment's pause before she answered him, faltering: "N-no.

I saw nothing." Sir Terence's straining ears caught no faintest sound of the voice that had prompted her urgently from behind the curtained windows.
"How long have you been there ?" he asked her.
"A--a moment only," she replied, again after a pause.