“And your diagnosis of the killing corresponds in all points with this night porter’s story?”
“So far as I can judge, there is no discrepancy in his narrative.”
Dr Pagett was of the pompous school, and dearly loved to be in an important rôle. But he was evidently a learned and skilled physician and his words were spoken with a positive air that carried conviction.
“There is little more to be learned from viewing the scene,” the detective said, at last, after he had put a few more direct questions to Bob Moore and had advised some with his companion policemen.
“Nope; might as well let in the undertakers,” agreed Kelsey.
“Oh, do,” urged Moore. “It’s really imperative that we get all traces of the tragedy away before daylight. And it’s almost four o’clock now!”
“Good gracious, so it is!” exclaimed Miss Prall. “Well, I suppose I shall be consulted as to the funeral, at least! I seem to be of little importance here!”
“Don’t talk like that, Aunt,” urged Bates. “These inquiries are necessary. The funeral services and all that, will of course be under our control.”
“I should hope so,” the lady sniffed; “I shall stay here until the undertaker arrives. I want some say in these matters.”
“I think, Letitia,” suggested Miss Gurney, “you’d better go to your room and tidy up a bit. You dressed very hastily.”