“And you think I had better not go in?”
“It’s not a pretty sight,” said the Major shortly.
“Very well. But we had better telephone for a doctor in any case, I suppose. I will do that. Victor called in Doctor Matthewson when he had hay fever a few weeks ago, didn’t he? I’ll send for him.”
“And the police,” said Jefferson. “They’ll have to be notified. I’ll do that.”
“I can let them know at the same time,” Lady Stanworth returned, moving across the hall in the direction of the telephone.
Roger and Alec exchanged glances.
“I always said that was a wonderful woman,” whispered the former behind his hand, as they prepared to follow the Major into the library.
“Is there anything I can do, sir?” asked the butler from the doorway.
Major Jefferson glanced at him sharply. “Yes; you come in, too, Graves. It makes another witness.”
The four men filed in silence into the room. The curtains were still drawn, and the light was dim. With an abrupt movement Jefferson strode across and pulled back the curtains from the French windows. Then he turned and nodded silently towards the big writing table.