The police captain issued his instructions to his men, and then he and Carter proceeded upstairs to the attic room in which the body of the victim lay.
The captain stood out in the hall on the threshold, while the detective entered the room.
Carter stepped up to the side of the bed and scrutinized the face of the victim closely in silence.
“His throat was cut while he slept,” Nick remarked, looking toward the captain.
“Do you see any sign of the weapon with which the crime was committed?” the police official asked.
“Not yet.”
Carter turned around and commenced to inspect the room.
For nearly fifteen minutes he was engaged in the work, without uttering a word.
The police captain watched him with close attention.
The detective went over the ground with the avidity of a sleuthhound scenting for a trail.