Her cry brought the others. A very few minutes sufficed. Mrs. Vandemeyer was dead—must have been dead some hours. She had evidently died in her sleep.
"If that isn't the cruellest luck," cried Julius in despair.
The lawyer was calmer, but there was a curious gleam in his eyes.
"If it is luck," he replied.
"You don't think—but, say, that's plumb impossible—no one could have got in."
"No," admitted the lawyer. "I don't see how they could. And yet—she is on the point of betraying Mr.Brown, and—she dies. Is it only chance?"