“The room in which I stood was dimly lighted, but I could see that, like the hall, it was hung with heavy, Persian rugs.  The corners were filled with palms, and there was the unmistakable odor in the air of Russian cigarettes, and strange, dry scents that carried me back to the bazaars of Vladivostock.  Near the front windows was a grand piano, and at the other end of the room a heavily carved screen of some black wood, picked out with ivory.  The screen was overhung with a canopy of silken draperies, and formed a sort of alcove.  In front of the alcove was spread the white skin of a polar bear, and set on that was one of those low, Turkish coffee-tables.  It held a lighted spirit-lamp and two gold coffee-cups.  I had heard no movement from above stairs, and it must have been fully three minutes that I stood waiting, noting these details of the room and wondering at the delay, and at the strange silence.

“And then, suddenly, as my eye grew more used to the half-light, I saw, projecting from behind the screen, as though it were stretched along the back of a divan, the hand of a man and the lower part of his arm.  I was as startled as though I had come across a footprint on a deserted island.  Evidently, the man had been sitting there since I had come into the room, even since I had entered the house, and he had heard the servant knocking upon the door.  Why he had not declared himself I could not understand, but I supposed that, possibly, he was a guest, with no reason to interest himself in the Princess’s other visitors, or, perhaps, for some reason, he did not wish to be observed.  I could see nothing of him except his hand, but I had an unpleasant feeling that he had been peering at me through the carving in the screen, and that he still was doing so.  I moved my feet noisily on the floor and said, tentatively, ‘I beg your pardon.’

“There was no reply, and the hand did not stir.  Apparently, the man was bent upon ignoring me, but, as all I wished was to apologize for my intrusion and to leave the house, I walked up to the alcove and peered around it.  Inside the screen was a divan piled with cushions, and on the end of it nearer me the man was sitting.  He was a young Englishman with light-yellow hair and a deeply bronzed face.  He was seated with his arms stretched out along the back of the divan, and with his head resting against a cushion.  His attitude was one of complete ease.  But his mouth had fallen open, and his eyes were set with an expression of utter horror.  At the first glance, I saw that he was quite dead.

“For a flash of time I was too startled to act, but in the same flash I was convinced that the man had met his death from no accident, that he had not died through any ordinary failure of the laws of nature.  The expression on his face was much too terrible to be misinterpreted.  It spoke as eloquently as words.  It told me that before the end had come he had watched his death approach and threaten him.