‘I’m afraid I have a shock for you. Mr. Dedrick’s chauffeur is in there.’ I waved towards the lighted window. ‘He’s dead.’
‘Dead?’ I saw her stiffen.
‘He’s been shot through the head.’
She lurched forward, and I thought she was going to faint. I caught hold of her arm and steadied her.
‘Would you like to sit in the car for a moment?’
She pulled away from me.
"No; it’s all right. You mean he’s been murdered? ’
‘It looks like it. It’s certainly not suicide.’
‘What has happened to Lee—Mr. Dedrick?’
‘I don’t know. He telephoned me, saying someone had warned him he was going to be kidnapped. I came out here and found the chauffeur dead.’