“What?”
“The ambulance has been for the body, and another gentleman has been.”
Kerry stared at the man.
“Another gentleman? Who the devil’s the other gentleman?”
“I don’t know, sir. He came with Inspector Whiteleaf, and was inside for nearly an hour.”
“Inspector Whiteleaf is off duty. What time was this?”
“Twelve-thirty, sir.”
Kerry chewed reflectively ere nodding to the man and passing on.
“Another gentleman!” he muttered, entering the hallway. “Why didn’t Inspector Warley report this? Who the devil—” Deep in thought he walked upstairs, finding his way by the light of the pocket torch which he carried. A second constable was on duty at Kazmah’s door. He saluted.
“Anything to report?” rapped Kerry.