West come up the corridor
together. I 'eard 'em bid each other good-night, saw the Doctor go into
'is room, and Mr. West return to the smoking-room, and 'eard Sir Nigel's
key turn in 'is lock. After that there was silence for a bit, and all I
'ears was 'is moving about and muttering to 'imself, as though 'e was
angry about something. Then, just as I was a-goin' back to me own room,
I 'eard the pistol-shot, and nips back again. I 'eard 'im say, 'Got
you--you devil!' and then without waitin' for anything else, I runs down
to the servants' 'all, which is directly below the smoking room where the
other gentlemen were talking and smoking. I peers out of the window,
upward--for it's a half-basement, as perhaps you've noticed, sir--and
there, in the light of the moon, I see Mr. Wynne's figure, crouched down
against the gravel of the front path, and makin' funny sorts of noises.
And then, all of a sudden, 'e went still as a dead man--and 'e _was_ a
dead man. With that I flies to me own room, frightened half out of me
wits--for I'm a peace-lovin' person, and easily scared, I'm afraid--and
then I locks meself in, sayin' over and over to meself the words, 'He's
done it! He's done it at last! He's murdered Mr.
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