“That’s an interesting deduction, chum,” he murmured. “When did I say that she killed herself?”
The man blinked.
“Why, what else, sir? Surely nobody would harm a fine lady like Mrs Verity. Tell me, sir, what did happen?”
“She was shot.” The Saint pointed. “On the other side of the building, down towards the beach. Did you notice anyone wandering about outside?”
The Admiral thought, chin in gloved hand.
“No, sir. Only Mrs. Verity. She went off that way, and I supposed she was going to her car.”
“But you didn’t see her drive out.”
“I didn’t notice, sir. There were other passengers arriving and leaving at the same time, and I was pretty busy.”
“But you noticed that no one else was wandering around.”
“That’s just my impression, sir. Of course, there’s the back way out to the promenade deck too.”