"To look at whom?" asked the detective.
"Why, at Mr. Kipp. He was found dead in the library an hour ago."
The detective started violently and looked at the man in his chair.
"Is it murder?" he asked.
"I can't say. Miss Nora didn't tell me, but from the aspects of the case I think it's serious."
"I'll come."
The young man arose and hastened from the room.
"Not so soon, I hope?" said the detective to himself. "Can it be that my espionage ends almost before the bargain is cold? Dead in the library? It's marvelous."
Old Broadbrim soon appeared at the Kipp door and was admitted.
He found the parlor well filled with strange people, for the most part neighbors in the upper circles of city life, but here and there was a representative of the lower classes who had edged their way into the mansion.