"You said the bell from this berth rang recently!" Avery accused Connery.
"I did not say that; he asked it," the conductor evaded.
"But is it true?"
"The pointer in the washroom, indicating a signal from this berth, was turned down a minute ago," Connery had to reply. "A few moments earlier, all pointers had been set in the position indicating no call."
"What!" Avery cried. "What was that?"
Connery repeated the statement.
"That was before you found the body?"
"That was why I went to the berth—yes," Connery replied; "that was before I found the body."
"Then you mean you did not find the body," Avery charged. "Some one, passing through this car a minute or so before you, must have found him!"
Connery attended without replying.
"And evidently that man dared not report it and could not wait longer to know whether Mr.—Mr. Dorne, was really dead; so he rang the bell!"
"Ought we keep Dr. Sinclair any longer from the examination, sir?" Connery now seized Avery's arm in appeal. "The first thing for us to know is whether Mr. Dorne is dying. Isn't—"
Connery checked himself; he had won his appeal. Eaton, standing quietly watchful, observed that Avery's eagerness to accuse now had been replaced by another interest which the conductor's words had recalled. Whether the man in the berth was to live or die—evidently that was momentously to affect Donald Avery one way or the other.
