Part 18 (2/2)

”We can't tell, Mrs. Embury. It is a most unusual case. There is absolutely no indication of foul play, but, on the other hand, there is no symptom or condition that tells the reason of his death. That is your finding, Dr. Marsden?”

”Yes,” agreed the other. ”Mr. Embury died because of a sudden and complete paralysis of respiration and circulation. There is nothing we can find to account for that and by elimination of all other possible causes we are brought to the consideration of poison. Not any known or evident poison, but a subtle, mysteriously administered toxic agent of some sort--”

”You must be crazy!” and Eunice faced him with scornful glance and angry eyes. ”Who would poison my husband? How could any one get at him to do it? Why would they, anyway?”

Dr. Marsden looked at her curiously. ”Those questions are not for me, madame,” he said, a little curtly. ”I shall call Examiner Crowell, and he will take charge of the case.”

”He's the same as a coroner! I won't have him!” Eunice declared.

”It isn't for you to say,” Dr. Marsden was already at the telephone.

”The course of events makes it imperative that I should call Dr.

Crowell. He is not a coroner. He is, of course, a Civil Service appointee, and as such, in authority. You will do whatever he directs.”

Eunice Embury was silent from sheer astonishment. Never before had she been talked to like this. Accustomed to dictate, to give orders, to have her lightest word obeyed, she was dumfounded at being overruled in this fas.h.i.+on.

The men took in the situation more clearly.

”Medical Examiner!” exclaimed Hendricks. ”Is it a case for him?”

”Yes,” returned Marsden, gravely. ”At least, it is a very mysterious death. Mystery implies wrong--of some sort. Had Mr. Embury been a man with a weak heart, or any affected organ, I should have been able to make a satisfactory diagnosis. But his sound, perfect condition precludes any reason for this sudden death. It must be looked into.

It may be the Examiner will find a simple, logical cause, but I admit I can find none--and I am not inexperienced.”

”But if he were poisoned,” began Hendricks, ”as you have implied, surely, you could find some trace.”

”That's just the point,” agreed Marsden. ”I certainly think I could.

And, since I can't, I feel it my duty to report it as a mysterious and, to me, inexplicable death.”

”You're right,” said Elliott. ”If you can't find the cause, for heaven's sake get somebody who can! I don't for a minute believe it's a murder, but the barest suspicion of such a thing must be set at rest once and for all! Murder! Ridiculous! But get the Examiner, by all means!”

So Eunice's continued objections were set aside and Dr. Crowell was called in.

A strange little man the Examiner proved to be. He had sharp, bird-like eyes, that darted from one person to another, and seemed to read their very thoughts. On his entrance, he went straight to Eunice, and took her hand.

”Mrs. Embury?” he said, positively, rather than interrogatively. ”Do not fear me, ma'am. I want to help you, not annoy you.”

Impressed by his magnetic manner and his encouraging handclasp, Eunice melted a little and her look of angry scorn changed to a half-pleased expression of greeting.

”Miss Ames--my aunt,” she volunteered, as Dr. Crowell paused before Aunt Abby.

And then the newcomer spoke to the two doctors already present, was introduced to Elliott and Hendricks, who were still there, and in a very decided manner took affairs into his own hands.

”Yes, yes,” he chattered on; ”I will help you, Mrs. Embury. Now, Dr.

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