"Is he all right—safe—not one of them gars—you know, the fellows that use a silk cord to strangle you with?" asked Thong, who had some imagination regarding garroters.
"Not at all like that," said Darcy, and there was the trace of a smile on his face. "He is a gentleman."
"Oh," said Carroll and Thong in unison.
There came another knock on the side door downstairs. There was less of a crowd about now, and Mulligan did not have to keep back a rush as he opened the portal.
"Dr. Warren," reported the policeman, calling upstairs to Carroll and
Thong.
"The county physician," explained Carroll. "Better come down and meet him, Mr. Darcy. He'll want to ask you some questions. Then we'll have another go at you. Got to ask a lot of questions in a case like this," he half apologized.
"Oh, sure," assented the jewelry worker.
"Doc Warren, eh," mused Thong to his partner, as Darcy preceded them downstairs. "Now we'll know what killed her, and we'll have something to start on—maybe."
"I think we've got something already," observed Carroll.
"Oh, yes—maybe—and then—again—maybe not. Come on!"