For the Defence by Fergus Hume

Astounded and horrified, the major, with Isabella Dallas clinging to his arm, stood staring at the empty bed. The candles were still burning, but Jaggard had fallen from his chair and was lying, a huddled heap, upon the floor. The one window of the room was wide open, and the wind -- now blowing freely -- was shaking a loose shutter to and fro. The shock of the discovery was so terrific that Jen for once in his life lost his presence of mind. He was recalled to his senses by the wild voice of Isabella.

"Maurice! Maurice! Where is he? " she cried, leaving the major and rushing toward the empty bed. "You said he was here -- my poor dead love; but I can't see him. Where is he? Where is he?"