A sofa in this room was covered with a linen cloth.

Racksole lifted the cloth--he could never deny himself a dramatic moment--and disclosed the body of a dead man.
It was Jules, dead, but without a scratch or mark on him.
'I have sent for the police--not a street constable, but an official from Scotland Yard,' said Racksole.
'How did this happen ?' Aribert asked, amazed and startled.

'I understood you to say that he was safely immured in the bedroom.' 'So he was,' Racksole replied.

'I went up there this afternoon, chiefly to take him some food.

The commissionaire was on guard at the door.