“Only the truth. Go on, tell the story. I have to get these details.”
“What details?”
“Of what happened before the police came.”
“Oh, you know it all. How I got help and broke in the door, and found Gleason on the floor, dead.”
“He was dead when you entered?”
“Of course he was.”
“With two shots in his body.”
“Yes; why go over these things with me? I’ve made my report.”
“I know! but I want to find out about the telephoning. How do you account for a man telling of his own death?”
“That’s the puzzle. It’s the queerest thing I ever knew, Prescott, but it isn’t my province to ferret out the truth. My duty in the case is done, and you know it. Now good-by.”