“Yes? Does any one present know where Mr Binney—is that the name?—spent this evening? Or any way to learn of his whereabouts?”
“He went out about before I came on,” volunteered Moore. “The day doorman will know, or the elevator girl who brought him down.”
“All right. That’s keep. Now, I want to get at the actual facts of his discovery here. It would seem, Moore, that you’re the only one who can give any information in that respect.”
“I’ve already told you all I know.”
“And this Mr Vail you took upstairs,—he wouldn’t know anything?”
“I can’t answer for that, but when Mr Vail came in, and I took him up in the elevator, there wasn’t any sign of Sir Herbert Binney about, dead or alive!”
“No; that’s so. Well, then, when you came down, and found the wounded man, you went at once for the doctor?”
“Almost at once. I paused a moment, because he was trying so hard to speak, and I reasoned that if he succeeded it would be of utmost importance that some one should hear his words.”
“H’m—yes, that’s so. Well, and then, he gave over trying and died, you say; and then?”
“Then I ran up at once to Doctor Pagett’s apartment, it is only one flight up, and he came down as soon as he could.”