“Anything else missing?” asked Morton, who was deeply chagrined that he hadn’t noticed the pin was gone himself.
“How about money, Mr. Lockwood?” said Doctor Marsh. “Any gone, that you can notice?”
With an uncertain motion, Gordon Lockwood pulled open a small drawer of the desk.
“Yes,” he said, “there was five hundred dollars in cash here last night—and now it is not here.”
“Better dismiss the suicide theory,” said Detective Morton, with a quick look at the secretary.
CHAPTER VII
THE VOLUME OF MARTIAL
The Medical Examiner, Doctor Marsh, the Detective Morton, and the Secretary of the late John Waring, Gordon Lockwood, looked at one another.
Without any words having been spoken that might indicate a lack of harmony, there yet was a hint of discord in their attitudes.
Doctor Marsh was sure the case was a suicide.
“You’ll find the stiletto somewhere,” he shrugged, when held upon that point. “To find the weapon is not my business—but when a man is dead in a locked room, and dead from a wound that could have been self-administered, I can’t see a murder situation.”