“Mr. Low,” said Nick, after a pause, “Judson is dead.”
“Dead!” repeated the farmer, in a tone that showed the greatest surprise. “How long since, Mr. Nicholas?”
“He died while you were at the door to his room.”
“You don’t mean it!”
“He was murdered.”
“Wha-a-a-t!”
“Thrown from his window to the sidewalk.”
“Good Lord! Then that was what those men were runnin’ for.”
“Yes—they went to pick him up.”