“You’d better examine that for finger-prints, Inspector,” he suggested. “I leave you to make the arrangements about taking the body down to the mortuary. The sooner the better. Now, doctor, we’ll get your patient for you, if the Inspector will be good enough to bring him to the lavatory near by, where you can get his wounds patched up.”
Inspector Armadale soon produced Marden, who seemed rather surprised at being summoned again.
“It’s all right, Marden,” Sir Clinton assured him. “It merely struck me that when there was a doctor on the premises you ought to have these cuts of yours properly fixed up.”
Dr. Greenlaw speedily removed the temporary bandage which the valet had improvised.
“I’ll need to put some stitches into this,” he said, as the extent of the injury became evident. “Luckily these glass cuts are clean-edged. You’ll hardly see the scar after a time.”
Sir Clinton inspected the wounds sympathetically.
“You’ve made a bit of a mess of your hand, Marden,” he commented. “It’s just as well I thought of getting Dr. Greenlaw to look after you.”
Marden seemed to have been looking for an opening.
“I’m glad you called me up again, sir,” he explained. “I’ve just thought of two other points about this affair.”
“Yes?”