“She wrote with her right hand, anyway,” he said. “Look at this.”
There were faint stains, evidently of ink, on the first and second fingers of the right hand.
“One to you, Doctor,” conceded Brace good-humouredly. “Apart from that, it was a good shot of yours. There’s no weapon.”
“Who found her?”
“Mr. Leslie here. Whoever did it seems to have got away.”
Brace looked sharply at Leslie.
“A nasty jar, eh? Feel all right?”
“Quite, thanks. But it’s a beastly business and I wish it had happened anywhere else.”
“Ever seen the lady, Doctor?” asked Brace.
Gregg scrutinized the delicate features of the unfortunate woman.