“Was he in his own room at the time?” Vance was pouring the coffee which Currie had brought in.
“I believe Heath did mention he was found in his bedroom.”
“Shot from the front?”
“Yes, through the heart, at very close range.”
“Very interestin’. A duplication of Julia’s death, as it were.” Vance became reflective. “So the old house has claimed another victim. But why Chester? . . . Who found him, incidentally?”
“Sibella, I think Heath said. Her room, you remember, is next to Chester’s, and the shot probably roused her. But we’d better be going.”
“Am I invited?”
“I wish you would come.” Markham made no effort to hide his desire to have the other accompany him.
“Oh, I had every intention of doing so, don’t y’ know.” And Vance left the room abruptly to get dressed.
It took the District Attorney’s car but a few minutes to reach the Greene mansion from Vance’s house in East 38th Street. A patrolman stood guard outside the great iron gates, and a plain-clothes man lounged on the front steps beneath the arched doorway.