"
"But - " Sir Terence checked. "Count Samoval, did ye say?
Impossible!" and he went out quickly, followed by the butler.
In the quadrangle he checked. In the few minutes that were sped
since he had left the place the moon had overtopped the roof of
the opposite wing, so that full upon the enclosed garden fell now
its white light, illumining and revealing.
There lay the black still form of Samoval supine, his white face
staring up into the heavens, and beside him knelt Tremayne, whilst
in the balcony above leaned her ladyship. The rope ladder, Sir
Terence's swift glance observed, had disappeared.
He halted in his advance, standing at gaze a moment. He had hardly
expected so much. He had conceived the plan of causing the house
to be searched immediately upon Mullins's discovery of the body.
But Tremayne's rashness in adventuring down in this fashion spared
him even that necessity. True, it set up other difficulties. But
he was not sure that the matter would not be infinitely more
interesting thus.
He stepped forward, and came to a standstill beside the two - his
dead enemy and his living one.
CHAPTER XIII
POLICHINELLE
"Why, Ned," he asked gravely, "what has happened?"
"It is Samoval," was Tremayne's quiet answer.
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