“Alive!”
“Yes, sir,—just dying. He mumbled a word or two——”
“What did he say?”
“He said—‘Get—get——’ but he couldn’t say who. That’s all,—then he drew a long breath and died.”
“You came straight to me?”
“Yes, sir. I flew! I thought it my duty to hesitate that moment, in case he might get out the name of the murderer.”
“I think you did all right, Moore. He’s surely dead,—and, just as surely, he was murdered. And by women! But how is it possible? However, that’s not my province. We must get the police, and also, notify his people. He lived in the Prall apartment, didn’t he?”
“No; he was there a lot; they’re his relatives, I believe, but he had his own apartment, a small one on the eighth floor. Miss Prall, she’s on the eighth, too, shall I call her up?”
“Oh, that’s pretty awful. Call the nephew, young Bates, first.”
“Shall I telephone or go up there——?”