“Dressing for dinner, they tell me,” he said.
“Yes,” said Prescott, eagerly, “I was here right away, quick, you know. They took the body to the Funeral Rooms, early this morning. But he was in his shirt sleeves—day shirt——”
“Yes, here are all his evening clothes on the bed in the next room. Was he going to the Lindsay dinner?”
“Yes, he was. I believe he said it was to be the occasion of the announcement of his engagement to Miss Lindsay——”
“Does she say that?”
“She does not! She denies it.”
“Then you’d better keep still. You have no gumption, Prescott. Don’t you see you mustn’t say those things?”
“Oh, bother! let up on knocking me, and get down to business. Don’t touch the telephone or revolver. I’ve had them photographed for fingerprints.”
“Yes, that’s good.” Belknap was getting more genial. “Anybody been through his papers?”
“No; Lane is his lawyer, Fred Lane. He’s coming here to-day to look over them.”