Dundee nodded, frowning, and Strawn began eagerly:
"How long has he been dead, doctor?" Dundee asked quietly.
What a fine thing, among the cluster Roses, is the old Dundee Rambler!
But Dundee was not allowed to finish his sentence, for Strawn was summoned to the telephone, by Whitson.
"A horrible thing to happen in a man's home, Dundee," Miles was saying, his plump, rosy face blighted with horror.
Not until he had taken in the general aspect of the room did Dundee look at the thing over which Captain Strawn and the coroner were bending--the body of Dexter Sprague.