“This way to the kitchen,” said Kennedy. “The other body is there. You can go that way, if you prefer.”
The sergeant pointed to a closed door between the dining room and the kitchen, and Nick then turned in that direction.
“Did you find this door closed, Kennedy, or open?” he inquired.
“Closed, sir, just as you see it,” said Kennedy. “But I know it leads into the kitchen.”
“I judged so.”
“The fight evidently continued from here to the kitchen, but it was through the hall, not that way,” Kennedy added, as Nick opened the door.[Pg 9]
The scene in the kitchen was equally tragic, though the room was in less disorder than the other.
A door leading into the rear yard was wide open.
Nearly on the threshold, so near that one foot touched it, though his head was toward the middle of the room, lay another victim of the fray of the previous night.
He then was lying on his back, though the body evidently had been turned over since the fatality, for the pool of blood in which it had lain was at one side.