I stepped forward and drew the lids down over the glaring eyes. I covered the dreadful face.
I looked at Ricori. He was still on his knees, crossing himself and praying. And kneeling beside him, arm
around his shoulders, was Nurse Walters, and she, too, was praying.
Somewhere a clock struck five.
CHAPTER II: THE QUESTIONNAIRE
I offered to go home with Ricori, and somewhat to my surprise he accepted with alacrity. The man was
pitiably shaken. We rode silently, the tight-lipped gunmen alert. Peters' face kept floating before me.
I gave Ricori a strong sedative, and left him sleeping, his men on guard. I had told him that I meant to
make a complete autopsy.
Returning to the hospital in his car, I found the body of Peters had been taken to the mortuary. Rigor