“He’s the man,” Nick nodded. “He has cracked his last crib and paid the price. He has been about as bad an egg, Chick, as one often finds in a basket. Have you examined this body, Doctor Boyden?”
Sergeant Kennedy and the physician had approached as far as the open door.
“Only superficially,” was the physician’s reply.
“How long would you say he has been dead?”
“Fully twelve hours, Mr. Carter; probably longer.”
“The crime must have been committed last evening, then.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“You raised these roller shades, Kennedy, I infer,” said Nick, glancing at the sergeant.
“I did, sir.”
“You found the electric lamp burning, of course.”