“Still on the trail!” muttered the detective sardonically. He did not even glance at her. He seemed only anxious that the other members of the group would get out of his way for once and leave him a clear field for his work.
“I was right about the Doctor, wasn’t I?” she insisted.
“Just fifty per cent right,” said Anderson crushingly. “And the Doctor didn’t turn that trick alone. Now—” he went on with weary patience, “if you’ll all go out and close that door—”
Miss Cornelia, defeated, took a candle from Bailey and stepped into the corridor. Her figure stiffened. She gave an audible gasp of dismayed surprise.
“Quick!” she cried, turning back to the others and gesturing toward the corridor. “A man just went through that skylight and out onto the roof!”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MURDER ON MURDER
“Out on the roof!”
“Come on, Beresford!”
“Hustle—you men! He may be armed!”
“Righto—coming!”