CHAPTER 9. ANTHONY DISPOSES OF A BODY
Anthony followed Virginia out of the room, smiling a little to himself. Events had taken quite an unexpected turn. But as he bent over the figure in the chair he grew grave again.
“ He’s still warm,” he said sharply. “He was killed less than half an hour ago.”
“ Just before I came in?”
“ Exactly.”
He stood upright, drawing his brows together in a frown. Then he asked a question of which Virginia did not at once see the drift:
“ Your maid’s not been in this room, of course?”
“ No.”
“ Does she know that you’ve been into it?”
“ Why—yes. I came to the door to speak to her.”
“ After you’d found the body.”
“ Yes.”
“ And you said nothing?”
“ Would it have been better if I had? I thought she would go into hysterics—she’s Fr
