Chapter Four
We called Burton immediately. Wilson walked over to perch gingerly in one of Cornelius’s fine leather armchairs.
“Are you all right?” I asked him. “Want me to get you some water or something?”
He shook his head. “I’ll be fine,” he said gruffly. He paused. “Should we go outside? Are we perhaps trampling on evidence?”
“You think it was foul play then?”
He shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. It’s just that Cornelius is an engineer. I can’t imagine an accident occurring with his elevator like this. It seems as if he’d have made sure it was in excellent working order.”
He stood up and we carefully left the way we came in, picking up our empty boxes, and waiting for Burton by Wilson’s car.
Burton arrived within minutes, along with an ambulance. I very much doubted there was a
