“He was killed about nine o’clock last night, Mose, near the house of Doctor Royal, the Fordham rector.”
“You amaze me! Cecil Kendall dead! Are you sure of this, Badger?”
“Rather,” nodded Nick. “I saw the body myself. He was found near the library windows, stiff as a poker, with his head crushed in with a club.”
“Dreadful! Horrible!”
“So ’tis, Mose, but there’s no doubt about it,” continued Nick, watching him as a cat watches a mouse. “They are dead sure it is a case of murder.”
“Whom do you mean by they?”
“Detective Gerry and the police. They are out there looking for evidence.”
“Gerry, of the central office?”
“The same.”
“God above!” exclaimed Flood, playing his part to perfection. “I can hardly believe this, Badger.”