"You see, I didn't know----"
And even in the moment of his saying, the white beam of the
flashing searchlight from the Tower fell between the undrawn
draperies of the octagonal window. The light startled the
Inspector again, as it had done once before that same night. His
gaze followed it instinctively. So, within the second, he saw the
still form lying there on the floor--lying where had been
shadows, where now, for the passing of an instant, was brilliant
radiance.
There was no mistaking that awful, motionless, crumpled posture.
The Inspector knew in this single instant of view that murder had
been done here. Even as the beam of light from the Tower shifted
and vanished from the room, he leaped to the switch by the door,
and turned on the lights of the chandelier. In the next moment,
he had reached the door of the passage across the room, and his
whistle sounded shrill. His voice bellowed reinforcement to the
blast.
"Cassidy! Cassidy!"
As Dick made a step toward his wife, from whom he had withdrawn a
little in his colloquy with the official, Burke voiced his
command viciously:
"Stay where you are--both of you!"
Cassidy came rushing in, with the other detectives.
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