“Most of that half-hour he has been dead. Where did you leave him, madam?” Reggie said.
Husband and wife stared at him. “Why, in the Royal Enclosure, of course. In the crowd when the King came. I—I lost him. Somebody spoke to me. Yes, it was Sybil. And I never saw him again.”
Reggie stepped aside from the body. She shuddered and hid her face in her hands. “His eyes—his eyes,” she murmured.
Major Dean blew his nose. “This rather knocks one over,” he said. “What’s the cause of death, sir?”
“Can you help me?” said Reggie.
“I? What do you mean?”
“Nothing wrong with his heart, was there?”
“Never heard of it. He didn’t use doctors. Never was ill.”
Reggie stroked his chin. “I suppose he hadn’t been to an oculist lately?”
“Not he. His eyes were as good as mine. Wonderful good. He used to brag of it. He was rising seventy and no glasses. Good Lord, what’s that got to do with it? I want to know why he died.”