Ashton-Kirk, Investigator by John T. McIntyre
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"Sure," answered the other readily. "Only don't pull things around
any. That young fellow that they've elected coroner is awful touchy about such things. He wants to be first always." "Nothing of importance shall be disturbed," promised Ashton-Kirk. Then motioning Pendleton to follow, he ascended the flight that led to the second floor. It was narrow and dusty, as Miss Vale had said. The walls were smutted, the hand rail felt greasy, the air was stale. A passage, dim and windowless, ran the depth of the building; from the front there came a patch of daylight through a ground glass door. Upon this latter could be easily read the words: DAVID P. HUME NUMISMATIST PHILATELIST ART CURIOSITIES A policeman stood at the head of the stairs smoking a cigar in an informal way. "All right," said he, "if Osborne let you come up I've got nothing to say. He's the boss." "Have you looked over the place?" "Just a glance. The floor has been fitted up as an apartment. Hume occupied all the rooms. The body," pointing to the front room, "is in there." |
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