“The back door is not guarded during the day, is it?” I went on, forgetting the Coroner in my eagerness.
“Doctor,” broke in the latter, “allow me to conduct this inquiry. Yes, McGorry, who watches over that?”
“Well, sor, at present no one; there’s a back elevaytor, but it don’t run in summer, as the house is almost empty.”
“Then, as I understand it, any one can enter or leave the building by the back stairs, at any time during the day, unseen, or at any rate unnoticed; but after ten o’clock they would require the assistance of some one in the house to let them in?”
“That’s so, sor.”
“Now, you are sure that the deceased was not a temporary inmate of this building; that he wasn’t staying with any of the parties who are still here?”
“Certain, sor.”
“And no one has the slightest clue to his identity?”
“No one has seen him except these gen’l’men and Jim. He’s the elevaytor boy who went for you, Doc, and he didn’t say nothing about knowing him.”