“Shut up.” Silence for four seconds, then: “Did he die within the past ninety minutes?”
“No. The skin on his chest has started to cool off.”
“Did you see anything suggestive?”
“No. I was in there maybe three minutes. I wanted to interrupt your dinner. I can go back and give it a whirl.”
“Don’t.” He was curt. “There’s nothing to be gained by deferring the discovery. I’ll have Fritz notify the police anonymously. Bring Mr. Aubry and Mrs. Karnow — have they eaten?”
“They may be eating now. I told them to.”
“See that they eat, and then bring them here on a pretext. Devise one.”
“Don’t tell them?”
“No. I’ll tell them. Have them here in an hour and ten minutes, not sooner. I’ve barely started my dinner — and now this.”
He hung up.