Chapter TenFrank Abbott came down next day. He was closeted with March and Miss Silver for half an hour, after which Robbins was sent for. He came in looking very much as usual. Features so marked and a complexion so sallow do not readily give a man’s feelings away.
Frank had his notebook ready, and wrote in it as the questioning went on.
“You know that a body was found in the cellars yesterday?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you know whose body it was?”
“I suppose, sir, that it would be Mr. Henry.” He cleared his throat. “It was a great shock to us all.”
“What makes you suppose that it was Mr. Henry Clayton’s body?”
“It is generally supposed, sir.”
“I asked what made you suppose so.”
“I can hardly say—it came into my mind.”
“You heard that a body had been found, and it came into your mind tha
