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Hideous in life, how much more hideous in death? There was a smile upon the scarce-cold features, bitter and contemptuous, the last relict of a lost soul. He must have been stricken with awful swiftness, for there was no sign of a struggle even--nothing save the gaping rent and the red stream upon the bare floor to show the trace of crime. For a moment Miriam stood horror-stricken, regarding the fearful thing in fascinated awe. Then shriek after shriek burst from her lips.
Rebecca downstairs, polishing the silver and gloating over the coming downfall of the Decies, heard her and wondered. The sounds came again; and fearful of something, she hurried upstairs. She found Miriam standing like a chill white statue, pointing silently to the still form seated at the table.