“... And she laughed with her usual good-natured laugh, making it clear that she was joking, and, without looking too closely, she looked out the nearby window - without looking too closely, because she knew very well that in the front living room, the windows of which faced the street, rarely does anyone come in - Mr. and Mrs. Spenlow preferred to spend time in the small living room at the back of the house. But no matter how fleeting that glance was, she went to the window for a reason. She really couldn't see anyone alive there. But she managed to notice Mrs. Spenlow lying on the rug in front of the fireplace - she was dead. ..."