“Is it a case of murder or suicide?”
“At present we know no more than you do,” said Sinclair. “We had only just come, and sent for you at once.”
“Quite right, quite right,” said the little doctor pompously.
“Meanwhile you will, of course, keep this entirely to yourself,” said Collins.
“But isn’t this?” he glanced at the stricken man. “Surely this is the Home Secretary.”
“Exactly,” said Collins dryly. “That is why it is necessary for you to remain silent until you are asked to speak. Superintendent Sinclair represents Scotland Yard. You understand?”
The doctor bowed. He saw himself playing a prominent part in a great drama, which would bring him notoriety and clients.
“The body had better be moved for me to make a more exhaustive examination,” said he.
“Would you please wait outside till we have made our observations if you don’t mind, as the fewer in here the better, but I think you had better remain in the house, if you can manage it.”
“Certainly,” said the doctor, “I am at your service.”