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Page 4
"That is a part of the mystery. He was either choked or smothered to
death, or else he was poisoned. The doctors don't seem to be able to
get at the bottom of it."
For the first time since Raymond Case had begun his recital Adam Adams
began to show an interest.
"If the man was strangled his throat should show the marks," he
observed.
"There are no marks, and the doctors have found no trace of poison."
"Humph!" The detective rubbed his chin reflectively. "What next?"
"Margaret Langmore was so horrified she ran from the room screaming
wildly. Her shrieks brought the servant to the spot, and a minute
later two of the neighbors, Mrs. Bardon and her son Alfred, came over
from next door."
"Where was Mrs. Langmore at this time?"
"Nobody knew. Alfred Bardon is a physician, and, thinking there might
still be a spark of life in Mr. Langmore, did all he possibly could to
resuscitate the gentleman. The servant girl ran upstairs to find some
drugs for him and in the upper hallway stumbled over the dead body of
Mrs. Langmore."
"And how had she died?"
"In the same manner as her husband. This news of a double tragedy was
too much for Margaret, and she fainted. The others notified more of
the neighbors and the police, and of course, the news spread like
wildfire. I was stopping at the Beechwood Hotel at the time and as
soon as I heard of the tragedy, I jumped into an automobile that was
handy and rode over."
"Then you arrived at the house about as soon as the police?"
"A little before."
"What did you see?"
"Just what I have told you. The doctor had been trying to bring Mr.
Langmore around but had suddenly been taken sick and could do nothing."
"Humph, sick, eh? Did he say what made him sick?"
"He did not know. He thought it might be from leaning over the dead
man, or from working in that position. I think the sudden sickness
frightened him a little."
"When the police arrived what did they find of importance?"
"Nothing."
"Had anything been stolen?"
"Nothing, so far as they could learn."
"Of course, you must have known these folks pretty well to take such an
interest."
"I knew Mr. Langmore very well and I was acquainted with his wife."
Adam Adams knit his brow for a moment and tapped lightly on his desk
with his forefinger.
"Have the police any idea as to how the murderer got into the house and
got out again?" he asked.
At this question Raymond Case's face flushed.
"They do not think the murderer left the house," he answered in a low
tone.
CHAPTER II
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