“Where did you find it?”
“In that corner of the room back there.”
“Why, that is almost behind the body?”
“Yes. The bullet passed through her head, hit the steam coil on the other side of the desk, and carromed at an acute angle, fetching up in the corner where I found it.”
“It was surely not suicide,” mused the coroner.
“It may not have been,” responded Nick.
“She would certainly not have stopped while putting on her gloves to commit suicide?”
“You say gloves. There is but one glove,” remarked Nick, dryly.
“Only one in sight. We shall find the other, I presume, if we make search.”
“I doubt it.”