"We had better see after Mrs.Jasher." "Whom have you got there ?" "Jane--who seems to have lost her head." "It's a mercy I haven't lost my life, sir, with burglars and murderers all about the place," sobbed the girl, dropping on to the veranda.
Random promptly hauled her to her feet.
"Go and get a candle, and keep calm if you can," he said in an abrupt military voice.

"This is no time to play the fool." His sharpness had great effect on the girl, and she became much more her usual self.

Hope lighted another match, and the trio proceeded through the passage towards the kitchen, where Jane had left a lamp burning.
Seizing this from its bracket, Sir Frank retraced his way along the passage to the pink parlor, followed closely by Hope and timorously by Jane.

A dreadful scene presented itself.

The dainty little room was literally smashed to pieces, as though a gigantic bull had been wallowing therein.