Delia shrieked.
“Dead!”
“Who was he that he should not die?”
“Dead!”
“Have I not said so?”
“How died he?”
Lady Breadalbane put her hand to her bosom and drew herself to her full height.
“Put the deed down to those who did this work about you—there are those who did not care to see him go free from Kensington.”
“He was—murdered?”
“He was found dead.”