Chapter 52

"Blood!" he stammered, and his lips were shaking. "It's blood." And then he heard the Russian's voice, low and tense. "Look at the ceiling, man; look at the ceiling." He stared upwards and gave a little cry of horror. Slowly spreading over the white plaster was a great crimson stain, whilst from a crack in the middle the steady drip fell on to the table. It was Yulowski who recovered himself first; he was more used to such sights than his companion. "There's been murder done," he shouted hoarsely, and dashed out…