A few hours later he and the colonel left the little town where the detective had gone for such a short vacation, and were on their way to Lakeside, which they reached early in the morning.
“Now if you'll tell me the best hotel to stop at here,” said the colonel, as they alighted from the train, “I'll put up there and see Miss Carwell.”
“She requested me to bring you at once to her home,” said Bartlett. “You are to be her guest. She thought perhaps you would want to examine the— to see Mr. Carwell's body—before—”
“Oh, yes. I suppose I had better. Then the funeral has not been held?”
“No, it was postponed at the request of the county physician.”
“Has there been a coroner's inquest?”
“No. None was deemed necessary at the time I left, at the solicitation of Miss Carwell, to get you.”
“I see. Inquests are less often held in New Jersey than in some of the other states. Well, then I suppose I may as well go to the Carwell home with you.”
“Yes. I wired for my car to meet us. It's here I see. Right over here.”
Bartlett led the way, the colonel following, and Shag bringing up the rear with the bags.