“Down at Ashleigh Green. Arnold's been murdered.”
“Arnold's been what?”
“Murdered.”
Kenneth looked at her with lifted brows. “Joke?”
“No, actually murdered. Popped off.”
“Great jumping Jehoshaphat!” he exclaimed. “Who did it?”
“They don't know. I believe they rather think I did. Someone shoved a knife into him, and stuck him in the stocks at Ashleigh Green. I went down to see him, and spent the night there.”
“What the devil for?”
“Oh, he wrote me a stinker about Rudolph, so I thought I might as well go and have it out with him. But that's not the point. The point is, he's dead.”
Kenneth looked at her in silence for a moment. Then he carefully set down his cup, and poured himself out some more tea. “Too breath-taking. Don't know that I altogether believe it. Oh, Murgatroyd, Tony says Arnold's been done-in.”