“The single candle was still flickering in the draught, and showed only the white cloth.  The rest of the room was draped in shadows.  I picked up the candle, and, lifting it high above my head, moved around the corner of the table.  Either my nerves were on such a stretch that no shock could strain them further, or my mind was inoculated to horrors, for I did not cry out at what I saw nor retreat from it.  Immediately at my feet was the body of a beautiful woman, lying at full length upon the floor, her arms flung out on either side of her, and her white face and shoulders gleaming, dully, in the unsteady light of the candle.  Around her throat was a great chain of diamonds, and the light played upon these and made them flash and blaze in tiny flames.  But the woman who wore them was dead, and I was so certain as to how she had died that, without an instant’s hesitation, I dropped on my knees beside her and placed my hands above her heart.  My fingers again touched the thin slit of a wound.  I had no doubt in my mind but that this was the Russian princess, and when I lowered the candle to her face I was assured that this was so.  Her features showed the finest lines of both the Slav and the Jewess; the eyes were black, the hair blue-black and wonderfully heavy, and her skin, even in death, was rich in color.  She was a surpassingly beautiful woman.

“I rose and tried to light another candle with the one I held, but I found that my hand was so unsteady that I could not keep the wicks together.  It was my intention to again search for this strange dagger which had been used to kill both the English boy and the beautiful princess, but before I could light the second candle I heard footsteps descending the stairs, and the Russian servant appeared in the doorway.

“My face was in darkness, or I am sure that, at the sight of it, he would have taken alarm, for at that moment I was not sure but that this man himself was the murderer.  His own face was plainly visible to me in the light from the hall, and I could see that it wore an expression of dull bewilderment.  I stepped quickly toward him and took a firm hold upon his wrist.

“‘She is not there,’ he said.  ’The Princess has gone.  They have all gone.’

“‘Who have gone?’ I demanded.  ’Who else has been here? ’

“‘The two Englishmen,’ he said.

“‘What two Englishmen?’ I demanded.  ‘What are their names?’

“The man now saw by my manner that some question of great moment hung upon his answer, and he began to protest that he did not know the names of the visitors and that until that evening he had never seen them.

“I guessed that it was my tone which frightened him, so I took my hand off his wrist and spoke less eagerly.

“‘How long have they been here?’ I asked, ‘and when did they go?’

“He pointed behind him toward the drawing-room.