CHAPTER 17“At the foot of the cliff, sir,” Sergeant York said.
Bull stood silently looking down. He said curtly, “Get the surgeon. Get Mrs. Humpage to look after the girl.” He strode across to the staircase to the left, opposite Mr. Pinkerton’s, followed by Inspector Kirtin. They both ignored Mrs. Humpage, who appeared from the kitchen and stood in the lounge door, rigid with horror.
Mr. Pinkerton heard her shocked cry as he hurried after Bull, up the stairs and along the narrow corridor to the end of the inn overhanging the cliff, the section of the house occupied—it occurred to him breathlessly—by the Atwaters.
At the end, Bull stopped. Mr. Pinkerton hastily recalled the list of occupants of this corridor and the diagram of their rooms that he had read round the Inspector’s elbow. As
