“Dr. Perry, Mr. Clifton, the lawyer, Mr. Cumberland, his sick sister, and the nurse.”
“Mr. Cumberland! Didn’t he go to the grave?”
“Did you expect him to, after that?”
Sweetwater’s shoulders rose, and his voice took on a tone of indifference.
“There’s no telling. Where is he now, do you think? Upstairs?”
“Yes. It seems he spends all his time in a little alcove opposite his sister’s door. They won’t let him inside, for fear of disturbing the patient; so he just sits where I’ve told you, doing nothing but listening to every sound that comes through the door.”
“Is he there now?”
“Yes, and shaking just like a leaf. I walked by him a moment ago and noticed particularly.”
“Where’s his room? In sight of the alcove you mention?”
“No; there’s a partition or two between. If you go up by the side staircase, you can slip into it without any one seeing you. Coroner Perry and Mr. Clifton are in front.”