“What servants are there in the building besides your employees, Mr. McGorry?”
“Mr. Stuart, he keeps a man and his wife—French people they are; and Mrs. Atkins, she keeps two girls.”
The Coroner now rose, and, followed by Mr. Merritt, proceeded towards the room where the dead man lay.
“Send up your employees, one by one, McGorry.”
“Yis, sor.”
On the threshold the detective paused a moment, and to my astonishment and delight requested me to accompany them. The Coroner frowned, evidently considering me a very unnecessary addition to the party, but his displeasure made no difference to me; I was only too happy to be given this opportunity of watching the drama unfold itself.
