VII - INQUIRIES––––––––
LATE the same evening the Wheeler family and their guests were gathered in the living-room. Much had been done in the past few hours. The family doctor had been there, the medical examiner had been called and had given his report, and the police had come and were still present.
Samuel Appleby, junior—though no longer to be called by that designation—was expected at any moment.
Two detectives were there, but one, Hallen by name, said almost nothing, seeming content to listen, while his colleague conducted the questioning of the household.
Burdon, the talkative one, was a quick-thinking, clear-headed chap, decided of manner and short of speech.
“Now, look here,” he was saying, “this was an inside job, of course. Might have been one of the servants, or might have
