"You'll see it all in the papers to-morrow, I expect," he said in a confidential tone, "so there is no harm in telling you there has been a most gruesome discovery in that locked room. A man who was here at the Hunt Ball, has been found dead; suicide no doubt. The police are here now."
"Good heavens! A mercy the ladies did not see it."
"Yes; they'll have to know sooner or later. The later the better."
"Yes, indeed. Any idea of the cause of the sad business?"
"None, as yet. A complete mystery."
"Probably a woman in it."
"Not unlikely. Good-bye."
As Kelson turned from the door, Morriston and another man appeared at the farther end of the hall and called to him.
"You know Dr. Page," he said as Kelson joined them.
"A terrible business this, doctor," Kelson observed as they shook hands.