Permitted to roam at will, however, he is invariably his own most relentless enemy, working unconsciously to encompass his own destruction.
For some minutes Britz debated with himself as to the most profitable course to pursue with regard to the secretary.

Finally an idea flashed across his mind, and he resolved to carry it into effect.
"Muldoon," he said to the policeman, "notify the coroner and hold Mr.
Beard as a material witness until he arrives.

After that, you will carry out the instructions of the coroner." Motioning to Greig to follow, Britz left the apartment.

Ignoring the questions fired at them by the curious tenants, they made their way to the street, where they found that the crowd about the entrance had greatly increased since their arrival.
"What's happened ?" a score of voices shouted.
The detectives waved the questioners aside and hastened to the subway entrance.

In the lighted shelter of the booth they paused, silently regarding each other, each waiting for the other to speak.
"Now that our most valuable witness is dead--what next ?" finally asked Greig.
"The immediate necessity is to ascertain where Whitmore was during the six weeks of his absence from business," was Britz's unhesitating reply.
"We ought not to have much difficulty sweating the information out of Beard," observed Greig.
"He's not the kind that collapses under third degree methods," opined Britz.