The inspector shook his head.
"One of these deadly automatics it ought to be a felony to have around. Natural enough for a doctor to carry one."
He grinned.
"Got to kill their patients one way or another."
"Nothing been disturbed?" Garth asked.
"No. They've taken Treving away, but the room's just as it was when they were found."
Garth moved towards the door.
"I know you'll bring Randall in," the inspector called.
"I'll do my best," Garth answered.
He hurried through the outer office. Perhaps the inspector was right and the case promised no unusual excitement, but at least it possessed interest.