"I will ask you to come in with me, Ernest," explained Sir Walter."My son-in-law slept in the Grey Room last night, and he does not respond to our calls this morning.The door is locked and we are breaking it open.""But you expressly refused him permission to do so, Walter.""I did - you heard me.Let sleeping dogs lie is a very good motto, but young men will be young men.I hope, however, nothing serious -"He stopped, for Caunter had forced the door and burst it inward with a crash.During the moment's silence that followed they heard the key spring into the room and strike the wainscot.The place was flooded with sunshine, and seemed to welcome them with genial light and attractive art.The furniture revealed its rich grain and beautiful modelling; the cherubs carved on the great chairs seemed to dance where the light flashed on their little, rounded limbs.The silvery walls were bright, and the huge roses that tumbled over them appeared to revive and display their original color at the touch of the sun.
On a chair beside the bed stood an extinguished candle, Tom's watch, and Henry's revolver.The sailor's dressing-gown was still folded wherehe had placed it; his rug was at the foot of the bed.He himself knelt in the recess at the open window upon the settee that ran beneath.His position was natural; one arm held the window-ledge and steadied him, and his back was turned to Sir Walter and Travers, who first entered the room.
Henry held Mary back and implored her to wait a moment, but she shook off his hand and followed her father.
Sir Walter it was who approached Tom and grasped his arm.In so doing he disturbed the balance of the body, which fell back and was caught by the two men.Its weight bore Ernest Travers to the ground, but Henry was in time to save both the quick and the dead.For Tom May had expired many hours before.His face was of an ivory whiteness, his mouth closed.No sign of fear, but rather a profound astonishment sat upon his features.His eyes were opened and dim.In them, too, was frozen a sort of speechless amazement.How long he had been dead they knew not, but none were in doubt of the fact.His wife, too, perceived it.She went to where he now lay, put her arms around his neck, and fainted.
Others were moving outside, and the murmur of voices reached the Grey Room.It was one of those tragic situations when everybody desires to be of service, and when well-meaning and small-minded people are often hurt unintentionally and never forget it, putting fancied affronts before the incidents that caused them.
The man lay dead and his wife unconscious upon his body.
Sir Walter rose to the occasion as best he might, issued orders, and begged all who heard him to obey without question.He and his friend Travers lifted Mary and carried her to her room.It was her nursery of old.Here they put her on her bed, and sent Caunter for Mrs.Travers and Mary's old servant, Jane Bond.She had recovered consciousness before the women reached her.Then they returned to the dead, and the master of Chadlands urged those standing on the stairs and in the corridor to go back to their breakfast and their duties.
"You can do no good," he said."I will only ask Vane to help us." Fayre-Michell spoke, while the colonel came forward.
"Forgive me, Sir Walter, but if it is anything psychical, I ask, as a member-""For Heaven's sake do as I wish," returned the other."My son-in- law is dead.What more there is to know, you'll hear later.I want Vane, because he is a powerful man and can help Henry and my butler.We have to carry -"He broke off.
"Dead!" gasped the visitor.
Then he hastened downstairs.Presently they lifted the sailor among them, and got him to his own room.They could not dispose him in a comely position - a fact that specially troubled Sir Walter - and Masters doubted not that the doctor would be able to do it.
Henry Lennox started as swiffly as possible for the house of the physician, four miles off.He took a small motor-car, did the journey along empty roads in twelve minutes, and was back again with Dr.Mannering in less than half an hour.
The people, whose visit of pleasure was thus painfully brought to a close, moved about whispering on the terrace.They had as yet heard no details, and were considering whether it would be possible to get off at once, or necessary to wait until the morrow.
Their natural desire was to depart, since they could not be of any service to the stricken household; but no facilities existed on Sunday.They walked about in little groups.One or two, desiring to smoke but feeling that to do so would appear callous, descended into the seclusion of the garden.Then Ernest Travers joined them.He was important, but could only tell them that May had disobeyed his father-in-law, slept in the Grey Room, and died there.He gave them details and declared that in his opinion it would be unseemly to attempt to leave until the following day.
"Sir Walter would feel it," he said."He is bearing up well.He will lunch with us.My wife tells me that Mary, Mrs.May, is very sadly.That is natural-an awful blow.I find myself incapable of grasping it.To think of so much boyish good spirits and such vitality extinguished in this way.""Can we do anything on earth for them?" asked Millicent Fayre- Michell."Nothing - nothing.If I may advise, I think we had all bettergo to church.By so doing we get out of the way for a time and please dear Sir Walter.I shall certainly go."They greeted the suggestion - indeed, clutched at it.Their bewildered minds welcomed action.They were hushed and perturbed.Death, crashing in upon them thus, left them more than uncomfortable.Some, at the bottom of their souls, felt almost indignant that an event so horrible should have disturbed the level tenor of their lives.They shared the most profound sympathy for the sufferers as well as for themselves.Some discovered that their own physical bodies were upset, too, and felt surprised at the depth of their emotions.
