"Oh yes!" Stephen answered. "What killed him?"
"You have the wrong word. Not what: who."
She looked at him, something hard and anxious in her eyes. "Was he murdered, then?"
"Stabbed in the back."
She shuddered. "How horrible! How horrible!"
There was a silence. Joseph broke it. "You oughtn't to be here, Paula," he said feebly.
"Why not?"
"Dewy girlhood," Stephen explained.
"Oh!" She hunched a scornful shoulder. "What are we to do?"
"I suppose we ought to notify the police. In fact, I may as well do so at once," Stephen said, moving to the door.