Then the lad found power to chatter:
“Oh-h, Mr. Ga-a-ay, she’s de-de-dead.”
“She’s dead? Who’s dead, you fool?”
“Mi-Miss Langdon,” gasped the lad.
“Miss Langdon dead? Why, what do you mean? Speak!”
“She’s been mu-mu-mur-dered.”
“What! Where?”
“Up there in the of-of-office.”
“Are you telling me the truth?”
“Indeed I am. Somebody sh-sh-shot her.”