“We’ve got a good bed for you, old man.”
Atwood had introduced the detective all round, and the men adjourned to the porch again and were all sitting there enjoying their cigars when suddenly a scream was heard—a scream resembling a female in great distress.
The men all started and after a moment inquired:
“What’s that? Did you hear it?”
They all heard it except Murray, who coolly asked:
“What is the matter, gentlemen?”
“What is the matter?” repeated Atwood; “why, didn’t you hear it?”
“Hear what?”
“A woman’s scream.”
The detective laughed and said: