“Doctor Greenfield is there now. He says Doctor Waring was stabbed not shot. He says the instrument was round and pointed—not flat, like a knife.”
“Who did it?” asked Helen, wide-eyed.
“It must have been suicide, Helen, for, as you know, the room was locked. How could any one get in or out?”
“But how absurd to think of Doctor Waring killing himself!” The girl looked more amazed than ever.
“He never killed himself,” stated Mrs. Peyton. “Why, you know that man had everything to live for! Just about to be married, just about to be President of the College—full of life and enthusiasm—suicide! Nonsense!”
“I’m only telling you what the doctor said. And you know yourselves, the room was all locked up.”
“Yes, that’s so. Ito, leave the room!”
Mrs. Peyton spoke sharply to the butler, who was quite evidently drinking in the conversation.
“He must not hear all we say,” she observed after the butler had disappeared.
“What’s this about Nogi being gone?” asked Lockwood, suddenly.