I'll fetch them in a minute. You will?"
The doctor stood up between the two tall policemen who had a hand upon
either shoulder. His face was set like a mask.
"It's a damned outrage, but I will," he said.
Dollops was gone like a flash. In the meantime Cleek cleared the room. He
sent Merriton off to the smoking room in charge of Petrie and Hammond,
and Borkins with them--though Borkins was to be kept in the hallway, away
from his master's touch and voice.
Cleek, Mr. Narkom, and the doctor remained alone in the room of death,
where the doctor set to his gruesome task. Outside, Constable Roberts's
burly voice could be heard holding forth in the hall upon the fact that
he'd been after a poacher on Mr. Jimmeson's estate over to Saltfleet, and
wasn't in when they came for him.
And the operation went quietly on....
... In the smoking room, with Hammond and Petrie seated like deaf mutes
upon either side of him, Merriton reviewed the whole awful affair from
start to finish, and felt his heart sink like lead in his breast.
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