The inspector put his notebook away. “Well, Doctor,” he said briskly, “I don’t think there’s anything more that you or I can do here, is there?”
“There’s nothing more that I can do,” Doctor Matthewson replied. “I’d like to get away, too, if you can spare me. I’m rather busy to-day. I’ll let you have that report at once.”
“Thanks. No, I shan’t want you any more, sir. I’ll let you know when the inquest will be. Probably to-morrow.” He turned to Jefferson. “And now, sir, if you’ll let me use the telephone, I’ll ring up the coroner and notify him. And after that, if there’s another room convenient, I’d like to interview these gentlemen and yourself, and the other members of the household also. We may be able to get a little closer to those reasons that Mr. Stanworth mentions.” He folded up the document in question and tucked it carefully away in his pocket.
“Then you won’t be wanting this room any more?” asked Jefferson.
“Not for the present. But I’ll send in the constable I brought with me to take charge in the meantime.”
“Oh!”
Roger looked curiously at the last speaker. Then he turned to Alec.
“Now am I getting a bee in my bonnet,” he said in a low voice, as they followed the others out of the room, “or did Jefferson sound disappointed to you just then?”
“Heaven only knows,” Alec whispered back. “I can’t make out any of them, and you’re as bad as anybody else!”
“Wait till I get you alone. I’m going to talk my head off,” Roger promised.