"It's probably some poor beggar who's committed suicide," I remarked, in
order to allay Rainer's suspicions, if he had noticed the change in our
countenances when he made his startling announcement.
"He's badly-dressed, Harris says. Perhaps he's a tramp," remarked the
servant.
"Perhaps so. We want nothing more, Rainer, to-night," I added.
"Very good, sir," and the man bowed and withdrew, closing the door after
him.
"What shall we do?" whispered Eric, quickly, his face pale beneath the
sun-tan.