“That’s so,” acknowledged Patsy, as he left the room.
“Now, Chick,” went on Nick, when the door had been closed, “I’m going to look through Andrew Anderton’s room. You come with me to the house, talk to the butler, and tell him he is to show you all about the[Pg 10] premises. At least—no, you needn’t do that. I’ll tell him. His name is Ruggins. He was the person who found Mr. Anderton dead. Come on.”
The taxicab in which Nick had come home was waiting in front of the house. In less than fifteen minutes it had carried Nick Carter and Chick to Andrew Anderton’s house, and both were inside. The taxicab went away.
“Is Doctor Miles here?” was the detective’s first question, when Ruggins met him at the door.
“No, sir. ’E waited till the coroner came, and then the doctor went, after showing ’im the body of Mr. Anderton.”
“You mean, after showing the coroner?”
“Yes, sir. Mr. Anderton ’as been taken out of the study, sir, and ’e’s lying on his own bed. The coroner ’ad that done. The inquest will be ’eld in the morning, sir.”
“Very well. I’m going to the study. See that I’m not disturbed.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, yes. Wait a moment. You know me, don’t you?”