Celia found the door closed this morning, and no light on, as
I said--"
Dundee cut him short by marching toward the door which was again closed.
He entered so noiselessly that Captain Strawn, Dr. Price and the
fingerprint expert, Carraway, did not hear him. For a moment he stood
just inside the door and let his eyes wander about the room which Penny
Crain had already described. It was not a large room--twelve by fourteen
feet, possibly--but it looked even smaller, crowded as it was with the
long ping-pong table, bags of golf clubs, fishing tackle, tennis
racquets, skis and sleds. There were two windows in the north wall of
the room, looking out upon the yew-hedged driveway, and between them
stood a cabinet of numerous big and little drawers.
Not until he had taken in the general aspect of the room did Dundee look
at the thing over which Captain Strawn and the coroner were bending--the
body of Dexter Sprague.
The alien from New York had fallen about four feet from the window
nearer the east wall of the trophy room. He lay on his side, his left
cheek against the floor, the fingers of his left hand still clutching
the powder-burned bosom of his soft shirt, now stiff with dried blood, a
pool of which had formed and then half congealed upon the rug.
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