CHAPTER XXXV

THE DEATH ROOM HE CARRIED a flash-lamp in his hand, but it was some time before he discovered the switch, which was set high in the wall, near the sloping roof of the stairs on the farthermost side of the door. A click, and the void before them was illuminated. He could see nothing from where he stood save a brass bedstead, destitute of clothing. Down two steps and three paces along a narrow passage, and he was in the room. Floor, roof and walls were of cement-work, and he saw that what he had thought was one was r…