"Suicide?" Kelson was the first to break the silence.
"Must have been," Morriston responded "or how could the door have been locked from the inside. I will send at once for the police, and we must have a doctor, although that is obviously useless." He went to the door, then turned. "Will you stay here or—"
Kelson made an irresolute movement as though wavering between the implied invitation to quit the room and an inclination not to run away from the grim business. He glanced at Gifford, who showed no sign of moving.
"Just as you like," he replied in a hushed voice. "Perhaps we had better stay here till you come back."
"All right," Morriston assented. "Don't let any one come in, and I suppose we ought not to move anything in the room till the police have seen it."
He went out, closing the door.
"I can't make this out, Hugh," Kelson said, pulling himself together and moving to the opposite side of the room.
"No," Gifford responded mechanically.
"He," Kelson continued, "certainly did not give one the idea of a man who had come down here to make away with himself."
"On the contrary," his friend murmured in the same preoccupied tone.