“You can’t—yet!”
“Are you quite sure he’s dead?”
“Quite sure.”
Dr. Mount looked shaken—his face was grey. But all faces were grey in the light of the hall, where the first livid rays of morning were mixing with the electric lamps that had burned all night.
“How did it happen, Doctor? Does anyone know?”
“Nobody knows. He was found on the Tillingham marshes. His gun may have gone off accidentally.”
“May have....” repeated Jenny.
“Will there have to be an inquest?”
“I’m afraid so. There always is in these cases.”
“Well, Sir John has been spared something.”