Laura, you had better telephone to the police station, and for a doctor.

That's right, isn't it, Inspector ?" "Yes!" the latter assented thoughtfully.
Lenora, white to the lips, staggered a few feet back into the hall.

Laura set her teeth and lingered.
"Is that Ross ?" she asked.
"It's his body," Quest replied.

"He's been murdered here, he and the Salvation Army girl who was to come this morning for her cheque." Laura turned away, half dazed.
"I'd have trusted Ross with my life," Quest continued, "but he must have been alone in the house when the girl came.

Do you suppose it was the usual sort of trouble ?" Inspector French stooped down and picked up the paper-weight.