I leapt to my feet and stared at him. "Drowned?" I gasped.
"No, he was shot first with a pistol at close quarters. I've just been examining the body."
"Where was it found?"
"Away right at the very North end."
Yesterday's episode rushed into my mind.
"At the very end?"
"Practically."
"It wasn't by any chance as much as half a mile on this side?"
He stared at me curiously and I remembered that this was certainly an odd enquiry, and also that Mr. Hobhouse was speaking very concisely.
"No," he said. "Why do you ask?"