"I arrest you on suspicion of being implicated in certain cases of
wilful murder committed in this house!"
Horton at that same moment flashed his lamp full upon the face of the
person who had entered there so stealthily, and who, startled by the
dread accusation, stood glaring like some wild animal brought to bay,
but motionless as though turned to stone.
The lamp-flash revealed a white, haggard countenance. I saw it; I
recognised it!
A loud cry of horror and amazement escaped me. Was I dreaming? No. It
was no dream, but a stern, living reality--a truth that bewildered and
staggered me utterly--a grim, awful truth which deprived me of the power
of speech.