The Inspector interrupted this exchange without ceremony. "You are Miss Victoria Fanshawe?" he said.
"Yes, didn't you know? Only not Victoria, if you don't mind, because I practically never feel like that."
"My information," pursued the Inspector relentlessly, "is that at the time of your stepfather's death you were walking by the stream with your dog. Is that correct?"
"Yes, and I definitely heard the shot, only I quite thought it was someone potting rabbits."
"Did you see anyone amongst the bushes, miss?"
"No, but I don't think I could have. They're awfully thick by the stream. Besides, I didn't look, and as a matter of fact I wasn't paying any attention at all, until I heard Mr. White's voice, and Janet White sobbing. That's what made me go down to the bridge."
"And this dog of yours, miss: he didn't bark, or anything, as though he knew there was a stranger prowling about?"
Vicky shook her head. "No, he didn't, which makes it look rather as though it wasn't a stranger, now I come to think of it. Unless, of course, he kept jolly still, and Roy didn't get wind of him."
Ermyntrude said uneasily: "But, lovey, it can't have been other than a stranger. Not anyone belonging to us, I mean, and it isn't to be supposed any of our friends would go and do a thing like that."
"No, I worked it all out while I was changing," said Vicky. "I think Percy must have done it."