There was no sound to be heard, and, plucking up courage after awhile, she opened the hall door and came down the garden path towards the gate.
Mr Goldberg was lying on the pavement, “all of a heap.” She screamed, and a woman from over the way came across the road. The woman ran into the High Street for assistance, and a policeman came. The woman across the way had seen nothing of the two men or the struggle.
“Had Mr Goldberg any enemies, to your knowledge?”
“No, sir, he was the best and kindest of men.”
“Had he any relatives?”
“No, sir, only a brother in Australia.”
“Has he heard lately from his brother, do you know?”
“Yes, sir; he had a letter only yesterday.”
“Well, Freyberger,” said the chief, “have you any question to ask?”
“None, sir; but, if you will permit me, I will have that crowd cleared away from the street outside. I would like to examine the road.”