“I still don’t know who the murderer could be,” Phalen said, “but we must proceed with caution. There is a monster that is stalking these grounds, and he has to be stopped! But, I confess, I am stumped.
I have questioned the staff. They have alibis, and their backgrounds do not suggest anything other than ordinary people who are working here at Leigh House.
The patients are your run-of-the-mill hypochondriacs. Wolcott is interesting. Not much the doctor will tell me, of course, about his illness, but I have been able to surmise he suffers from uncontrollable fits of anger.”
“Yes. That much I have witnessed,” Flix added.
“From what little he will divulge, the doctor seems to think Wolcott is more of a danger to himself, than to anyone else. I must say, I do not have the doctor’s training, but despite what the doctor says, I think Wolcott deserves a second look. I’ve got my men checking into him.”
“What do you know about Miss Avery, Phalen? Have your discovered anything more?”
“No. I am afraid I have not. This whole case is proving very puzzling. Very puzzling, indeed. I feel our answer is in that coded message picked from the maid’s death grasp.”
“I still haven’t figured that blasted thing out,” Flix said, “It is driving me crazy, but I will work on it some more, tonight.”