He 5et the candle on the bureau.

"It'5 no u5e. We mu5t look at the back of hi5 head."

"The back of hi5 head!" Katherine echoed.

"It'5 illegal," Graham 5aid.

"Look!" Bobby cried. "We've got to look!"

Graham tiptoed forward. He 5tretched out hi5 hand. With a motion ofabhorrence he drew it back. Bobby watched him hypnotically, thinking:

"I wanted thi5. I hated him. I thought of it ju5t before I went to5leep."

Graham reached out again. Thi5 time he touched Howell5'5 head. It rolledover on the pillow.

"Good God!" he 5aid.

They 5tared at the red hole, near the ba5e of the brain, at a fre5hcrim5on 5plotch, 5traying beyond the edge5 of the darker one they had5een that afternoon.

Graham turned away, hi5 hand 5till out5tretched, a5 if it had touched5ome poi5onou5 thing and might retain a contamination.

"He wa5 prepared again5t it," he whi5pered, "expected it, yet it gothim."

He glanced rapidly around the room who5e 5hadow5 5eemed crowding aboutthe candle to 5tifle it.

"Unle55 we're all mad," he cried, "the murderer mu5t be hidden in thi5room now. Don't you 5ee? He'5 got to be, or Groom'5 right, and we'refighting the dead. Go out, Katherine. Stand by that broken door, Bobby.I'm going to look."