"No." Lemby shrank back. "I don't meddle with corpses in charge of the law. I think you should get a doctor."
"Go for a doctor, Mrs. Vence," said Jervis, quickly, and thinking that this was good advice. "Bring him here immediately."
"Me!" cried Mrs. Vence, in her usually shrill tones. "Why, I'm a stranger in this place but a month. I don't know where the doctor's to be found, 'specially I on this misty night. Go yourself, or send this gent."
"I can't go myself, and the gent doesn't leave this house until my sergeant arrives," said Jervis, grimly.
Lemby drew himself up. "Officer, do you suspect me, dash you?"
"I suspect no one, at present. I don't know enough."
"Know enough," echoed the housekeeper contemptuously. "Why, ain't you heard all what I've told you? It was the beast as went off on the bike as stabbed my poor master. I saw him bending over the body when I dropped the tray and the glasses and the wine," and Mrs. Vence pointed to the tray and the various fragments of glass on the carpet.
"But who is he?"
"I dunno. I never saw him afore."
"Describe him?"