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Entering unnoticed, for the thick carpet deadened every sound, I saw that the Doctor was in a state of intense but suppressed excitement. The room was a large one, and richly furnished. Silken hangings draped the lofty windows, and mirrors flashed from the walls. It was evidently a home of luxury; but alas! wealth had failed to keep out the presence of death. The Doctor stood beside a bed, of costly workmanship, which occupied the centre of the apartment, his arms folded as he gazed intently upon the dead.
While I had been watching the children outside in the sunshine, he had been grappling with the Skeleton King for a Life, and Death had been victorious.