“Inspector Whiteleaf telephoned to me about half an hour ago.”
“You examined the dead man?”
“I did.”
“You avoided moving him?”
“It was unnecessary to move him. He was dead, and the wound was in the left shoulder. I pulled his coat open and unbuttoned his shirt. That was all.”
“How long dead?”
“I should say he had been dead not more than an hour when I saw him.”
“What had caused death?”
“The stab of some long, narrow-bladed weapon, such as a stiletto.”
“Why a stiletto?” Kerry’s fierce eyes challenged him. “Did you ever see a wound made by a stiletto?”