"I must get in touch with the police to find out what really happened... Please excuse me."
Fanshaw pulled on his overshoes and took his coat from the bed.
"Have you thought of any motive anyone could have for wanting to kill young Wendell, Mr. Macdougan?"
"None, of course not."
"Do you think it could have been suicide?"
Fanshaw felt the beads of sweat trickling down his cheek. He motioned the reporter out the door and slammed it behind them.
"I don't know... It might have been anything."
He started down the stairs.
"If you are going to the Morgue now I should be very glad to go with you, Mr. Macdougan," said the reporter, following him with the same confident smile.
"Thank you, no!"