restored order by indicating Prin. âYou were the one who found Mr. OâShea dead.â
Prin kept looking at him with interest.
âI asked youââ
âNo, Lieutenant, you told me. But if youâre asking, the answer is: Yes, I was, for the umpteenth time.â
âHow come?â
âHow come what?â
âThat you,â cried Grundy, âwere the one who found him!â
âI went up to call him to dinner.â
âSuspected something was wrong, is that it?â
âOf course not. We just thought Uncle Slater mightnât have wakened from his afternoon nap.â
âOh, he took a nap every afternoon?â
âWell, he went up to his room every afternoon, so presumably it was for a nap.â
âFor a nip nap, you might say,â said Twig.
âIâll get to you,â said Grundy; âbut until I do Iâll thank you not to interrupt. Miss OâShea, how long did your uncle usually stay in his room when he went up for these so-called nipsâI mean naps?â
âAn hour or so,â said Prin, fighting an impulse to giggle.
âAnd you didnât think it queer that he stayed so much longer in his room today?â
âWe didnât think about it at all till Mrs. Dolanâthatâs the cookâannounced that dinner was ready. When Mrs. Dolan says dinner is ready, people jump around here. We were all down but Uncle Slater, and somebody asked where he was, and somebody else said he was probably still in his room, so I went up to see.â
âDid you see your uncle before he went upstairs?â
âI saw him on his way upstairs, which is a little different, I think. Heâd been out somewhere, and when he got home about two oâclock he went straight to his room. I was sitting in here alone listening to Till , and I saw Uncle Slater going up the stairs. I waved to him and he waved back to me and that was it.â
âWhoâs Till?â asked Grundy suspiciously.
âTill Eulenspiegel . Thatâs a tone poem by Richard Strauss.â
âPoetry, huh?â Grundyâs tone disposed of that . Prin wondered what the doughty lieutenant would have said if his range of general information had embraced the even more deplorable fact that a tone poem was a form of music. âHow was Mr. OâShea acting when you saw him go upstairs?â
âPerfectly natural.â
âNot mad or upset or anything like that?â
âNo. He smiled and waved and was in the best of spirits, as far as I could tellââ
âHe wasnât in the best of spirits, if I knew Uncle Slater,â said Cousin Twig involuntarily. âThe best of spirits was in him.â
Over the lieutenantâs glare at Twig, Prin said, âWell, yes. He was very cheerful-looking. I guess he was carrying a load of sorts at that.â
âDrinking.â
âIsnât that what I said, Lieutenant?â
âNo. You said he was perfectly natural.â
âUncle Slater was perfectly natural when he was drinking. It was when he wasnât that he wasnât.â
Grundyâs head during this phase of the interrogation had been lolling to the left. Now he brought it erect with an appearance of great effort, but he brought it over too far, and it immediately lolled to the right.
âAll right . So you went up to get him for dinner. Did you just walk into his room?â
âOf course not. Do I look like the sort of person who goes around just walking into other peopleâs bedrooms? I knocked. When he didnât answer I opened the door and peeped in. And saw him lying on the floor, near his bed. At first I thought heâd fainted or something, but when I went in and took a closer look I knew he was dead.â
âDid you touch him?â
âI donât think so. He was so definitely dead.â
âWhat made you so sure, Miss OâShea?â
âOh, I donât know. It