“I’m afraid we can’t do that,” said Staple. “We shall have to report to the police. In a case like this one ought not to move anything. You see——” He broke off, and then added with an effort: “It will be the business of the police to find out who shot him. This wasn’t an accident.”
Marion stood very still, looking down at her father’s body. Then she said: “Jock—what was he doing here?”
“I don’t know,” replied Staple. “In any case it’s not for us to determine. The police must make inquiries.”
“How awful!” she broke out. “How utterly and indescribably horrible——”
“I know, my dear. Don’t think I don’t understand. I’ve worked for him nigh on half a century, and I cared for him in spite of all his harsh ways. I hate to let him lie there——but it’s got to be. Now I’ll stay here, and you go in
