"Maxwell Grant - The Shadow - 078 - The Third Skull" - читать интересную книгу автора (Grant Maxwell)

"I have never met either of these gentlemen," stated Royce, looking from Wingate to Deseurre. "In fact, I
had not seen Hildrew Parchell since my father's funeral, five years ago."

It was apparent to Cardona that there was no connection between the three visitors. Tristram was the
one person who knew them all; the three shared belief in the servant's integrity.

Cardona held a brief consultation with the police surgeon; then made an announcement.

"It's death by misadventure, all right," decided the detective. "There won't be any need to hold this man
Tristram. He deserves credit for the way he tried to save his master. You can testify at the inquest,
Tristram. I'd like you there, too, Doctor Deseurre."

"I shall be present also," inserted Wingate, dryly.

"All right," agreed Joe. "I'd like a chance to check things over with you, Mr. Wingate. Just to be sure
nothing is missing from these papers, or the wall safe."

"Very well."

WINGATE was about to leave; Deseurre also, when Cardona stopped them. The detective had another
question.

"What about Hildrew Parchell's affairs?" he questioned. "Anything unusual about them? Did he have any
enemies?"

"None to my knowledge," responded Wingate. "His estate is not a large one; but it is well in order."

"Any heirs?"

"A nephew. Roger Parchell."

"Where is he?"

"In San Francisco. He has not been East in years."

A pause. Neither Deseurre nor Royce had any comment. Again the visitors were about to leave, when
Tristram spoke.

"There was Mr. Hothan, sir," said the servant, looking toward Wingate. "He lived here until a month
ago."

"Hothan?" questioned Cardona.

"Homer Hothan," replied Wingate. "He was Parchell's secretary for a few months. The man was
inefficient. Parchell discharged him."

"What became of Hothan?"

"He went home to Ohio, I believe."