At this point Giles intervened. “This would be done more expeditiously if Miss Rivers told the Superintendent what he wants to know and you two kept quiet,” he said.
“Well, don't forget the copper-headed wench,” said Kenneth, getting up and strolling over to the fireplace. “She came with Tommy, and appeared to regret it.” He selected a pipe from the rack on the mantelpiece and began to fill it from an earthenware jar of tobacco. By the time it was alight Leslie had come to the end of her list, and the Superintendent was jotting down the last name in his notebook. Kenneth puffed for a moment, and then said: “And now, if you've no objection, when did my half-brother shoot himself?”
“Your half-brother, Mr Vereker, was shot sometime last night - probably before midnight, but on that point I have as yet no certain information.”
“And the weapon?”
“The weapon was a Colt .32 automatic pistol.” Kenneth's brows lifted. “It was, was it? Where's your gun, Tony?”
She looked startled, saw the hint of a frown in Giles Carrington's eyes, and said jerkily: “What are you driving at? I didn't shoot Roger!”
“Nobody said you did, my child. Where is it?”
“In the top left-hand drawer of my bureau.”
He moved towards the bureau. “I'm willing to bet it isn't.”
“Well, this time you'd lose,” retorted Antonia. “I happen to know it's there, because I had it out and oiled it that day we spring-cleaned this room.”