“Damn him!” Clive exclaimed. “I have always heard that he is a killer, and it is true.”
He dropped down on his knees beside the Earl and asked,
“He is not really bad, is he?”
“I hope – not,” Pandora answered, but her voice was uncertain.
She went on holding the Earl and tried to mop away the blood, accepting Clive’s handkerchief as hers was already saturated.
Freddie and Richard came back with the gate. Very gently they lifted the Earl onto it, then all three men started to carry him back to the house. Pandora started to run ahead of them.
“Take him to the front door,” she said “It will be easier to get him up the Great Staircase, and I will go ahead and see that his room is ready and send a groom for the Doctor.”
She ran as swiftly as she could, to find the front door already open
