“Thank you,” said Lomas, and at last received them.
“I was thinking about his papers, you know.”
“I can promise you they’ll be safe.”
“Oh, well, that settles it!” Dean laughed. “You know where to find me,” and he took his wife, who was plainly eager to speak to him, away.
Lomas dandled the keys in his hand. “I wonder what’s in their minds? And what’s in yours, Fortune?”
“Man was murdered,” said Reggie.
Lomas groaned, “I was afraid you had that for me. But surely it’s not possible?”
“It ought not to be,” Reggie admitted. “At a quarter to one he was quite alive, rather bored perhaps, but as fit as me. At a quarter past he was dead. What happened in between?”
“Why, he was in sight the whole time——”
“All among the most respectable people in England. Yet he dies suddenly of asphyxia and heart failure. Why?”