Come in and examine the body at once.

No," Braddock pushed back the doctor just as fiercely as he had dragged him forward, "wait until the constable comes.

I want him to see the body first, and to observe that nothing has been touched.

I have sent for the Pierside inspector to come.

There will be all sorts of trouble," cried Braddock despairingly, "and my work--most important work--will be delayed, just because this silly young ass Sidney Bolton chose to be murdered," and the Professor stormed up and down the hall, shaking impotent arms in the air.
"Good heavens!" stammered Robinson, who was young in years and somewhat new to his profession, "you--you must be mistaken." "Mistaken! mistaken!" shouted Braddock with another glare.