On the bed， Elizabeth lay still， in the cold sleep of death. I took her in my arms… and saw the marks of the murderer's fingers on her neck.Other people in the hotel had heard the screams and came into our room. I sent one of them to call the police.The others left me alone with my misery.I held Elizabeth close， and as I held her，I saw the monster watching me through the open window of the room.There was an evil laugh on his face.I pulled my gun from my coat and fired at him. I missed， and he ran from the window and jumped into the lake.The other people heard the noise of the shot and came back into the room. I showed them the place where the monster had jumped into the lake.We searched the edge of the lake，but we could not find him.I returned to our room and lay on the bed next to my dear wife.Suddenly I had another terrible thought.At this very moment perhaps my father was fighting the monster， with Ernest dead at his feet.
