"And you really are going to consider Miss West before your own natural but very primitive desire to do murder?"
Neville nodded.
"Knowing," added the doctor, "that the unspeakable cur who affronted her has probably taken to his heels?"
Neville, pale and silent, raised his eyes:
"Do you suspect anybody?"
"I don't know," said the doctor carelessly;—"I'll just step over to the telephone and make an inquiry of Penrhyn Cardemon—"
He walked to the end of the big hall, unhooked the receiver, asked for
Cardemon's house, got it.
Neville heard him say:
"This is Dr. Ogilvy. Is that you, Gelett? Isn't your master at home?"
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