“By Jove, I begin to think you are right,” Garside agreed, with a display of increasing interest. “The revolver would have been found nearer the body, Mr. Carter, if the physician had it and this were a case of suicide.”
“Exactly,” Nick nodded. “That’s the very point.”
“Besides, a suicide theory seems utterly improbable.”
“So it does.”
“Mrs. Clayton would not have lost her head in that case, nor have touched the body. She would have called for help, and would have stated what had occurred,” Garside forcibly argued.
“Certainly,” Nick coincided. “Any sane woman would have done so.”
“Instead, as her bloodstained hands denote, she felt of the body to learn whether the physician was dead. Upon finding that she had killed him, the shock evidently threw her into her present deranged condition.”
“Undoubtedly,” said Nick. “There is no getting around it. You are stating my own views, Garside, to the letter.”
“There seems to be nothing else to it,” Garside now declared. “Notice, too, Mr. Carter, that the drawer of the library table is partly open. The revolver was taken from the drawer.”
“Are you sure of it?”