“Hush up!” Bates cried, angrily. “Don’t talk like that in the presence of the dead! We must send for an undertaker.”
“Not yet,” demurred Doctor Pagett. “In a case like this, the police must be notified first of all.”
“Not first of all,” said Bates, slowly, as his mind began to work; “we must tell my aunt, Miss Prall.”
“Yes, of course, but the police must be sent for.”
“Sure,” put in Bob Moore, who was gaining confidence in his own importance, “I must get this matter hushed up before people begin to get around. Lucky it happened in the night! It’s none too good an advertisement for the house!”
“I think I’ll go up and tell my aunt myself,” said Bates, thoughtfully. “You stay here by—by the body, Doctor. And, I say,—what—how was he killed?”
“Stabbed,” said the doctor, shortly.
“What with?”
“I don’t know,—except that it was with a sharp blade of some sort. There’s no weapon in sight.”
“No weapon! How queer!”