The storm broke just as the old man’s body was borne in through the door. The others were standing in the hall.

There was a sudden hiss and roar as the rain came down.

As Blore and Armstrong passed up the stairs with their burden, Vera Claythorne turned suddenly and went into the deserted dining-room.

It was as they had left it. The sweet course stood ready on the sideboard untasted,

Vera went up to the table. She was there a minute or two later when Rogers came softly into the room. He started when he saw her. Then his eyes asked a question.

He said: «Oh, Miss, I – 1 just came to see…»

In a loud harsh voice that surprised herself Vera said:

«You’re quite right, Rogers. Look for yourself. There are only seven…»