It was Major Dean, and Major Dean ill at ease. He had a difficulty in beginning. He discovered Reggie. “Hallo! I say, can you tell me anything?” he blurted out.
“I can’t,” said Reggie sharply. “I don’t know why your father died,” and Major Dean winced.
“I thought you had something to tell us, Major,” Lomas said.
“Do you believe he was murdered? I’ve a right to ask that.”
“But it’s a very grave suggestion,” Lomas purred. “Do you know of anyone who had a motive for killing your father?”
“It’s this filthy mystery,” the Major cried. “If he was murdered, I suppose he was poisoned. But how?”
“Or why?” said Reggie.
The Major fidgeted. “I dare say he knew too much,” he said. “You know he was the adviser to the Median Government. He had some pretty serious stuff through his hands. I don’t know what. He was always great on official secrecy. But I know he thought it was pretty damning for some one.”
“Ah, thanks very much,” Lomas said.
But the Major seemed unable to go.