Carve. (Jumping at this suggestion.) Yes.
Pascoe. So that was it.
[35]Cyrus. (Ignoring Pascoe.) Ha! Well, since you're so curious, I saw it a quarter of an hour ago in a special edition of a halfpenny rag; I was on my way to the office. (Showing paper.) Here you are! The Evening Courier. Quite a full account of the illness. You couldn't send for me, but you could chatter to some journalist.
Carve. I've never spoken to a journalist in my life.
Cyrus. Then how——?
Pascoe. It's probably my assistant. His brother is something rather important on the Courier, and he may have telephoned to him. It's a big item of news, you know, Mr. Carve.
Cyrus. (Drily.) I imagine so. Where is the body?
Pascoe. Upstairs. (Moving towards door.)
Cyrus. Thanks. I will go alone.
Pascoe. Large room at back—first floor.