Miss Smythe rushed into the office and was surprised to find that Jonathan Graham was not there. There were two men in the waiting room: one ran to the private office; the other went to aid Berger.
The secretary pointed and gasped: “The window! He jumped — we were too late.”
The man looked out the window, and saw a crowd gathering on the side street below. The explanation was obvious. Jonathan Graham had leaped to his death.
The newspapers have hinted various motives for suicide. No one was in the room when Berger saw Graham leap. No person could have escaped from the room.
FELLOWS ran down the margin of his report and inscribed certain numbers with a blue pencil. These corresponded to numbers on the newspaper clippings. When he had finished the work, the insurance broker folded the paper and clippings, and inserted them in a large manila envelope. He took the envelope with him when he left the office.
Hailing a cab, he rode to Twenty-third Street, and entered a dingy office building.
On the third floor he stopped in front of a door near the end of the hall. On the frosted glass appeared the name — B. Jonas.
The shadows of cobwebs appeared through the pane. Evidently the door had not been opened for many months. Thick dust on the glass was additional evidence to that effect.
Very little light came from the room within; evidently there was a single window that provided very little illumination.
There was a letter chute in the doorway, bearing the sign, “Leave Mail Here.” Fellows dropped the envelope in the chute.