“Miss Perkins found him,” he said jerkily.
“Where did she find him?” If Martin had lied the fact would come out now.
Martin pointed to the desk. “Where you are sitting, Mr. Derrick. He was leaning forward, his head on one side.”
“Dead?”
“Yes, sir, but not long.”
“What had happened?”
“Stabbed in the neck.”
“By what?”
“I do not know, sir.”
“And no trace of what killed him has ever been found?”