"He's nearest." "Dr.Ransford's not at home," said Dick.

"He went to Highminster--some County Council business or other--at ten this morning, and he won't be back until four--I happen to know that.

Shall I run for Dr.Coates ?" "If you wouldn't mind," said Mitchington, "and as it's close by, drop in at the station again and tell the sergeant to come here with a couple of men.

I say!" he went on, when the boy had hurried off, "this is a queer business, Dr.Bryce! What do you think ?" "I think this," answered Bryce.

"That man!--look at him!--a strong, healthy-looking fellow, in the very prime of life--that man has met his death by foul means.