"And Mr. Arling," answered Doctor Gerrish.
Doctor Remy lifted his eyebrows. "That looks bad," said he, gravely. "He is the heir, I suppose?"
"If you mean that it looks bad for Mr. Arling," returned Doctor Gerrish, "I do not agree with you. It was he who sent for me; and he promised to meet me here soon."
"Why is he not here, then?" asked Doctor Remy, pointedly.
"I cannot tell. He must have been unexpectedly detained."
Doctor Remy closed his lips like a man who forbears to argue, but is not convinced.
Doctor Gerrish went to the door and called Rue, who had been desired to wait outside during the examination.
"Did you notice anything unusual about your master's death?" he inquired.
"I thought he died very sudden like," answered Rue; "and so I think did Mr. Arling, for he immediately said that Doctor Remy, or some one else, must be sent for, and gave very particular directions that the body should not be disturbed before he arrived."
Doctor Gerrish shot a triumphant glance at Doctor Remy, who only smiled, shook his head, and interrogated Rue, in his turn.