“Then come in, too.”
Still keeping hold of the terrified boy, the janitor entered the office and the door was once more closed in the face of the crowd, which by this time numbered nearly a score.
“Brown, I want you to summon the coroner, or one of his deputies just as soon as you can get him here.”
Brown asked no questions, but left on his mission instantly.[{8}]
“What’s your name?” asked Nick, turning to the janitor.
“Bush—John Bush, sir.”
“Then, Mr. Bush, I want you to look out among the people in that crowd in the hall and identify anybody who has offices in this building.”
McCarthy held the door ajar while the janitor scanned the eager faces in the crowd.
“There is Mr. Grote, Mr. Kennedy, and Miss Lucas,” was his report.
“Tell them to come in,” commanded Nick, in a low voice.