“This is very terrible,” I said—“very terrible.”
“Tell me, how did it happen?”
As we drove towards the Grange I detailed the event as well as I could.
“You think the horse kicked him to death—a horse that was fond of him? That is somewhat strange.”
“I don’t say it is so, sir. That is what has been surmised.”
“When do they hold the inquest?”
“To-morrow.”
“My wife is shocked beyond measure. If my niece had expressed the least wish for her to do so, she would have come too.”
I did not answer. I could not say how Miss Gascoyne would welcome the idea of her aunt assuming the role of a near relation.
“I am very touched at her sending for me—very touched indeed. Is the body at the Grange?”