DAVID P. HUME
NUMISMATIST
PHILATELIST
ART CURIOSITIES
A policeman stood at the head of the stairs smoking a cigar in an informal way.
"All right," said he, "if Osborne let you come up I've got nothing to say. He's the boss."
"Have you looked over the place?"
"Just a glance. The floor has been fitted up as an apartment. Hume occupied all the rooms. The body," pointing to the front room, "is in there."
"Thanks."
Ashton-Kirk turned the knob of the door nearest, the one with the lettering upon it. The room was without windows; the investigator closed the door and lighted the gas.
"Just a moment," said he.
The door leading to the front room stood wide. He disappeared through this for a moment; when he returned, his face wore a tightened expression; his eyes were swift and eager.
"This is a sort of store room, I should say," spoke Pendleton.