CHAPTER VII THE VOLUME OF MARTIAL––––––––
THE Medical Examiner, Doctor Marsh, the Detective Morton, and the Secretary of the late John Waring, Gordon Lockwood, looked at one another.
Without any words having been spoken that might indicate a lack of harmony, there yet was a hint of discord in their attitudes.
Doctor Marsh was sure the case was a suicide.
“You’ll find the stiletto somewhere,” he shrugged, when held upon that point. “To find the weapon is not my business—but when a man is dead in a locked room, and dead from a wound that could have been self-administered, I can’t see a murder situation.”
“Nor I,” said Lockwood. “Has the waste-basket been searched for the thing that killed him?”
Acting quickly on his own suggestion, Gordon Lockwood dived beneath the great desk.
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