“Had the Reckavile Curse anything to do with the crime?”
“Yes, everything.”
“Did it kill him?”
“Yes,” said Sinclair solemnly.
“This is absurd,” said Fletcher impatiently, “I don’t believe in bogies.”
“Go on,” said Sinclair imperturbably.
“I suppose you will say Lord Reckavile committed suicide?”
“In one sense, yes.”
“Then he was not murdered?”
“Oh yes he was, and …” Sinclair leaned forward in his chair and said slowly: “The murderer is in the room at the present moment.”