human
I don't know how long I had been in bed when it happened. I know I was asleep, for I wakened suddenly with a great sense of shock, and sat up trying to realize what had happened. It took me some moments. I know my mind ran over a dozen things before I decided what to do. I remembered that we were alone in the place. The servants had been dismissed more than a week before. There was only you, and your father, and me in the place. Then I remembered that his friend was there, and I had left them playing cards. Instantly I got out of bed. I slipped on a dressing-gown and crept out into the passage. I moved silently toward the door of the sitting-room. It was wide open. I had left it shut. The gas was full on. I reached the door and cautiously peered in. But there was no need for caution. Your father had fallen forward in his chair, and lay with his head, face downward, upon the table. He was dead and--the other had gone. I ran to the dead man's side and raised him up. It was too late. All--all I had or cared for in the world had been taken from me by the hand of the murderer.
gpt
Murdered?
human
Yes, murdered! came the swift, vehement retort.
gpt
Shot--shot through the heart, and in the stomach--and his murderer had fled. Oh, God, shall I ever forget that moment!