“Who are Sir Anthony’s bankers?” asked Freyberger of Raymond.
“Coutts, sir.”
“Thanks, now I must be going. You will have the corpse removed to the mortuary, and—should Sir Anthony return, you had better telephone us, and we will send some one to interview him.”
Freyberger left the house with the doctor.
“It’s a queer case,” said the police surgeon.
“Very,” replied the other, hailing a passing hansom.
“I wonder what he saw before he died,” went on Dr Murrell.
“If we knew that,” replied the detective, “the case might not seem so queer.”
“Or queerer?”
“Perhaps.”