“No.”
“Then we shall find him there.”
He stepped forward and raised the heavy valance, directing the light beneath.
“There!” he exclaimed. “What did I say?”
Chapter Ten.
“Why, Doctor, he’s dead!”
In one moment the slow, heavy-looking constable changed, from a rustic, loutish fellow, to a man full of intelligent observation, for, as he raised the valance of the bed, there, indistinctly seen, was the body of a man, either through fear or to escape observation.
With a quick motion of the hand, the constable opened the leather case at his side, and drew his truncheon.