“I think she must be asleep,” said Ethel.
“She looks drunk to me,” said Aunt Emma, peeping round the door.
“I shouldn’t wonder if she was dead,” said Robert. “It’s just the sort of thing you read about in books. Mysterious dead body found in drawing-room. I bet I can find a few clues to the murder if she is dead.”
“Robert!” reproved Mrs. Brown in a shrill whisper.
“Perhaps you’d better fetch the police, Frederick,” said Aunt Emma.
“I’ll have one more try,” said Uncle Frederick.
He entered the room.
“Good afternoon,” he bellowed.
Annabel did not move. He went up to her.
“Now look here, my woman——” he began laying his hand on her shoulder....