obvious impatience. "Why, I
always considered him as one of the fittest men I ever knew!"
"Perhaps you did," said the doctor. "Laymen, sir, do not see what a
trained eye sees. The proof in his case is--there!"
He pointed to the dead man, at whom the night-porter was staring with
astonished eyes.
Allerdyke stared, too, or seemed to stare. In reality, he was gazing into
space, wondering about what had just been said.
"Then you think he died a natural death?" he asked, suddenly turning
on his companion. "You don't think there's--anything wrong?"
The doctor shook his head calmly.
"I think he died of precisely what I should have expected him to die
of," he answered. "Heart failure. It came upon him quite suddenly. You
see, he was in the act of taking off his boots. He is a little fleshy--stout.
The exertion of bending over and down--that was too much. He felt a
sharp spasm--he sat back--he died, there and then."
"There and then!" repeated Allerdyke mechanically. "Well--what's to
be done!" he went on. "What is done in these eases--I suppose you
know?"
"There will have to be an inquest later on," answered the doctor. "I can
give evidence for you, if you like--I am staying in Hull for a few
days--for I can certainly testify to what I had observed. But that comes
later--at present you had better acquaint the manager of the hotel, and I
should suggest sending for a local medical man--there are some
eminent men of my profession in this town. And--the body should be
laid out. I'll go and dress, and then do what I can for you."
"Much obliged," responded Allerdyke. "Very kind of you. What name,
sir?"
"My name is Lydenberg," replied the stranger. "I will give you my card
presently. I have the honour of addressing--?"
Allerdyke pulled out his own card-case.
"My name's Marshall Allerdyke," he answered. "I'm his cousin," he
went on, with another glance at the still figure. "And, my conscience, I
never thought to find him like this! I never heard of any weakness on
his part--I always thought him a particularly strong man."
"You will send for another medical man?" asked Dr. Lydenberg. "It
will be more satisfactory to you."
"Yes, I'll see to that," replied Allerdyke. He turned to look at the
night-porter, who was still hanging about as if fascinated. "Look here!"
he said. "We don't want any fuss. Just rouse the manager quietly, and
ask him to come here. And find that chauffeur of mine, and tell him I
want him. Now, then, what about a doctor? Do you know a real,
first-class one?"
"There's several within ten minutes, sir," answered the night-porter.
"There's Dr. Orwin, in Coltman Street--he's generally fetched here. I
can get a man to go for him at once."
"Do!" commanded Allerdyke. "But send me my driver first--I want him.
Tell him what's happened."
He waited, standing and staring at his dead cousin until Gaffney came
hurrying along the corridor. Allerdyke beckoned him into the room and
closed the door.
"Gaffney," he said. "You see how things are? Mr. James is dead--I
found him sitting there, dead. He's been dead some time--hours. There's
a doctor, a foreigner, I think, across the passage there, who says it's
been heart failure. I've sent for another doctor. Now in the meantime, I
want to see what my cousin's got on him, and I want you to help me.
We'll take everything off him in the way of valuables, papers, and so on,
and put 'em in that small hand-bag of his."
Master and man went methodically to work; and an observer of an
unduly sentimental shade of mind might have said that there was
something almost callous about their measured, business-like
proceedings. But Marshall Allerdyke was a man of eminently thorough
and practical habits, and he was doing what he did with an idea and a
purpose. His cousin might have died from sudden heart failure; again,
he might not, there might have been foul play; there might have been
one of many reasons for his unexpected death--anyway, in Allerdyke's
opinion it was necessary for him to know exactly what James was
carrying about his person when death took place. There was a small
hand-bag on the dressing-table; Allerdyke opened it and took out all its
contents. They were few--a muffler, a travelling-cap, a book or two,
some foreign newspapers, a Russian word-book, a flask, the various
odds and ends, small unimportant things which a voyager by sea and
land picks up. Allerdyke took all these out, and laying them aside on
the table, directed Gaffney to take everything from the dead man's
pockets. And Gaffney, solemn of face and tight of lip, set to his task in
silence.
There was comparatively little to
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