"It's aching a bit," I admitted. "What's the damage? Anything serious?"
"Well, it was rather a close shave," said Bobby drily. "Manning's bullet ripped along the side of your skull and knocked you out as clean as a whistle. A devilish good shot—under the circumstances."
There was a moment's pause.
"Go on, Robert," I said, "you're just getting interesting."
Christine made a faint movement of protest.
"The doctor will be here in a minute. Hadn't we better wait?"
"No, no," I protested. "I must hear what happened."
She glanced across at Bobby.
"Very well, then," she said quietly, "you tell him."
"I don't know if Manning saw you fall," continued Bobby, "but if so it was the last thing he did see on this earth. We all fired directly he raised his hand. He got three bullets, one from Christine, one from Campbell, and one from me. It will be a very interesting point as to which of us killed him."