“Oh, only a phonograph goin’. Playin’ some rag-time. Dunno what ’twas; ‘My Cockieleekie Lassie’ or some such song. Or maybe——”
“Well, never mind the song. Did you finally get the message?”
“Yes, I did.”
“What was it?”
“Only that Rowland Trowbridge was dead and for me to go to Van Cortlandt Park woods for the body.”
“Singular that an Italian woman should tell you the news.”
“Very singular, sir.”
“What did you do then?”
“Called up the Van Cortlandt Park Station, and told them to look into the matter.”
Stone asked further details concerning the finding of the body, and then inquired as to the nature of the wound.