"And Craill?" I asked.
"You laid Craill out all right. At the present moment he's in the Pen Mill Police Station nursing a sick elbow."
For an instant I hesitated. Christine must have guessed my unspoken question, for when I looked up at her her eyes were wet with tears.
"We found my uncle lying dead on the deck," she whispered. "Dr. Ross had always told me that any great shock or excitement——"
Her voice faltered, and, breaking into a pitiful little sob, she buried her face in her hands.
"My poor darling," I said hoarsely. "I'd have given anything in the world——"
With a brave effort she raised her head and brushed away the tears which were running down her cheeks.
"I know," she said, "I know how you feel. I can't help crying, it's all so sad and terrible, but even if it were possible I don't think I would wish him to be alive. It nearly broke my heart to see him as he was. Now at least he is at peace."
She turned to Bobby.
"Don't bother about me," she added. "Just tell him the rest before the doctor comes."