"N-no," replied Forden. "I telephoned here for my respirator, but
by the time it arrived at the house it was too late. Nothing had
been omitted while he was still struggling with the spark of life.
When that went out what was the use?"
"You were his personal physician?"
"Yes."
"Had you ever noticed that he took any drug?"
Doctor Forden shot a quick glance at Kennedy. "Of course not. He
was not a drug fiend."
"I didn't mean that he was addicted to any drug. But had he taken
anything lately, either of his own volition or with the advice or
knowledge of any one else?"
"Of course not."
"There's another strange thing I wish to ask your opinion about,"
pursued Kennedy, not to be rebuffed. "I have seen his body. It is
in an excellent state of preservation, almost lifelike. And yet I
understand, or at least it seems, that it was not embalmed."
"You'll have to ask the undertaker about that," answered the
doctor brusquely.
It was evident that he was getting more and more constrained in
his answers.
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