Howard Torrance followed him into the tiny precinct; but his first glance led him to protest.
“This isn’t the place where I found the body. It must be in the other centre.”
Stenness’s shoulders blocked the view for a moment; but almost at once he stepped aside.
“There’s a body here, at any rate,” he said, going forward as he spoke. “It’s Roger Shandon.”
“Roger!” exclaimed Howard in blank surprise. “It was Neville Shandon’s body that I found.”
“Then they’ve both been murdered,” Stenness pointed out coldly. “That’s obvious.”
“But what I heard sounded like a single attack,” protested Howard.
Stenness shrugged his shoulders.
“That’s for the police to explain,” he said. “No use barking yourself when you keep a dog.”
He went forward and covered the face of the body with his handkerchief.