“No one stayed with the body?”
“No.”
“You’re perfectly certain Mr. Florey was dead, Mr. Nealman.”
“I didn’t dream of anything else at the time, Mr. Weldon. He lay huddled, his face drawn, and certainly there was a terrible wound in his breast.”
“These men that hunted through the gardens and lawns. Were they armed?”
“Mr. Marten had a pistol. The others were unarmed.”
“They stayed close together?”
“I don’t think they did. I can’t say for sure.”
“Then what happened?”
“We telephoned, met the searching party, and all of us went back to the body. It was gone.”