(Friday, November 12; 9.30 a. m.)
As Heath spoke Sproot passed down the hall and opened the front door, admitting Doctor Von Blon.
"Good morning, Sproot," we heard him say in his habitually pleasant voice. "Anything new?"
"No, sir, I think not." The reply was expressionless. "The District Attorney and the police are here.—Let me take your coat, sir."
Von Blon glanced into the drawing-room, and, on seeing us, halted and bowed. Then he caught sight of Doctor Doremus, whom he had met on the night of the first tragedy.
"Ah, good morning, doctor," he said, coming forward. "I'm afraid I didn't thank you for the assistance you gave me with the young lady the other night. Permit me to make amends."
"No thanks needed," Doremus assured him. "How's the patient getting on?"
"The wound's filling in nicely. No sepsis. I'm going up now to have a look at her." He turned inquiringly to the District Attorney. "No objection, I suppose."
"None whatever, doctor," said Markham. Then he rose quickly. "We'll come along, if you don't mind. There are a few questions I'd like to ask Miss Ada, and it might be as well to do it while you're present."
