CHAPTER 16THE MAN IN THE WARDROBE
“There’s a dead man down there.”
“Down where?”
“In the doctor’s flat.”
The man living in the flat above the one where Nick Carter had been assaulted looked up from the morning paper.
“How do you know?” he asked.
The wife gave a little shiver as she answered:
“I saw it.”
The head of the family laid down the paper.
“When?” he asked.
“When I got up,” began the woman, “I stepped to the window looking into the airshaft. I did not sleep well last night, on account of the noise down there, and I thought I would see if everything there looked as usual.”
“Well?”
“Of course I couldn’t see into the rooms under us, so I turned my attention to the rooms on the other side of the shaft.”
“How slow you are. Go on.”
“Well, a heavy black curtain hung over the
