"Holloway is dead," he murmured. "Drugs of that nature would kill an elephant. I can't understand how he lived so long."
Kennedy blinked and seemed to come out of a trance. He frowned. "And the investigation hardly started."
Mason shook his head and looked pityingly at Kennedy. It was just no use with a man like him. Mason said. "There's one point entirely apparent without an investigation."
"What's that?"
Mason's voice was sharp and cold. "That our little playboy, for all his reputation of frivolity, was a better man than you and I put together. Does that register, Mr. Kennedy?"
Kennedy flared. "Now see here. I'm only doing my job!"
"Oh shut up," Mason said.
And strode out of the room.