"I will go to her in a minute," said Barthorpe. "Now, inspector, there are certain things to be done at once. There will, of course, have to be an inquest--your people must give immediate notice to the coroner. Then--the body--that must be properly attended to--that, too, you will see about. Before you go away yourself, I want you to join me in collecting all the evidence we can get on the spot. You have one of your detective staff here?--good. Now, have you searched--him?" The inspector drew open a drawer in the front desk which occupied the centre of the room, and pointed to some articles which lay within. "Everything that we found upon him is in there," he answered. "You see there is not much--watch and chain, pocket articles, a purse, some loose money, a pocket-book, a cigar-case--that's all. One matter I should have expected to find, we didn't find." "What's that?" asked Barthorpe quickly. "Keys," answered the inspector. "We found no keys on him--not even a latch-key. Yet he must have let himself in here, and I understand from the caretaker that he must have unlocked this door after he'd entered by the outer one." Barthorpe made no immediate answer beyond a murmur of perplexity. "Strange," he said after a pause, during which he bent over the open drawer. "However, that's one of the things to be gone into. Close that drawer, lock it up, and for the present keep the key yourself--you and I will examine the contents later. Now for these immediate inquiries. Mr. Selwood, will you please telephone at once to Portman Square and tell Kitteridge to send Mountain, the coachman, here--instantly. Tell Kitteridge to come with him. Inspector, will you see to this arrangement we spoke of, and also tell the caretaker that we shall want him presently? Now I will go to my cousin." He strode off, still alert, composed, almost bustling in his demeanour, to the waiting-room in which they had left Peggie--a moment later, Selwood, following him down the corridor, saw him enter and close the door. And Selwood cursed himself for a fool for hating to think that these two should be closeted together, for disliking the notion that Barthorpe Herapath was Peggie Wynne's cousin--and now, probably, her guardian protector. For during those three weeks in which he had been Jacob Herapath's secretary, Selwood had seen a good deal of his employer's niece, and he was already well over the verge of falling in love with her, and was furious with himself for daring to think of a girl who was surely one of the richest heiresses in London. He was angry with himself, too, for disliking Barthorpe, for he was inclined to cultivate common-sense, and common-sense coldly reminded him that he did not know Barthorpe Herapath well enough to either like or dislike him.