Howells, who still watched the doctor, answered dryly:
"Unusually interesting."
The coroner struggled into his coat.
"Permits are all available," he squeaked. "Have your undertakers out when you like."
Graham answered him brusquely.
"Everything's arranged. I've only to telephone."
The coroner nodded at Doctor Groom. His voice pointed its humour with a thinner tone.
"If I were you, Howells, I'd take this hairy old theorist up as a suspicious character."
The doctor made a movement in his direction while Howells continued to stare. The doctor checked himself. He went to the closet and got his hat and coat.
"Want me to drop you, old sawbones?" the coroner asked.