The Wings of Victory by Fred M. White

Meanwhile, Dorn and de Barsac were spending the evening in the studio to which they always repaired after dinner, with a view to discussing the gloomy future. Naturally, they had no idea of the dramatic events which were taking place within a few yards of where they were seated.

It was a beautiful night, with a considerable moon, almost a month from the night when John Bevill had met his death. It was warm, too, so that the studio windows were open and the blinds pulled on one side.