Chapter 22 Section 12

Alice Bentham, the gooseberry-eyed maid, came up to Mrs. Spicer, the cook, looking uneasily. "Gee, Mrs. Spicer, I don't know what to do." "What's the matter, Alice?" "It's because of Miss Barrett. I brought her a cup of tea an hour ago, and she was in such a deep sleep that she couldn't wake her up. I left her alone. Just now, five minutes ago, because the tea for Mrs. When it was ready, I served it to her, and I called her again. When I went upstairs, she was still asleep with her head covered, and I couldn’t wake her up.” "Did you not wake her up?"

"Push, Mrs. Spicer, I pushed her hard for a while—but she was still lying there motionless, looking terribly ugly." "God, she's not dead, is she?" "Oh, no, Mrs. Spicer, I can still hear her breathing: but it's weird, and I think she's sick or something." "Well, I'll go upstairs and see; take your lady's tea, and remake it, if possible, and she must ask what's the matter. Alice obediently followed Mrs. Spicer's orders.Mrs. Spicer went upstairs. Carrying the tray of tea, she crossed the corridor and knocked on Frau Tricilian's door.After knocking twice and still nothing, she pushed the door open and walked in.After a while, there was only the sound of porcelain shattering on the ground, followed by a frantic scream. Alice ran out of the room and came downstairs.In the hall I met Hurstl on his way to the dining room.

"Oh, Mr. Hurstl—there's a robber, Mrs. She's dead—killed—a big hole in her head, blood all over..."