“Now the police?” she went on, as if such matters belonged to her province.
“Certainly,” said Curtis Keefe, who stood by his late employer, taking charge, by common consent.
“Who killed him?” said Genevieve, in a hushed tone, as she left the telephone.
All looked from one to another, but nobody replied.
Mrs. Wheeler came to the doorway.
“I knew it!” she cried; “the phantom bugler!”
“But the phantom bugler didn’t kill him,” said Genevieve, “and we must find out who did!”
CHAPTER VII
INQUIRIES
Late the same evening the Wheeler family and their guests were gathered in the living-room. Much had been done in the past few hours. The family doctor had been there, the medical examiner had been called and had given his report, and the police had come and were still present.
Samuel Appleby, junior—though no longer to be called by that designation—was expected at any moment.