‘Bridget told me this morning that she had heard poor father and Micky at high words in the middle of last night. After that she says there was a silence for a long time, and then father called her up and gave her the message for you.’
The sentences were spoken without hesitation, and yet in a strangely unnatural voice.
‘You’re forgetting one little thing, miss.’
‘Hush, Bridget!’ Teresa exclaimed.
‘If I am to help you I must be in possession of the facts.’
‘Tell him, miss; tell the gintleman, do. The gintleman is a gintleman.’
Teresa sat up straight in the speeding car. ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘you must know. There was a revolver-shot. Bridget says she heard the sound of a revolver-shot. Oh, Mr. Redgrave! what does it mean? I dared not tell you of that before. If my father——’
She ceased.
‘Micky has left no trace behind?’
‘None.’