He was still looking hard at her.
“And what made you change your opinion?”
“One or two things which would take too long to explain. No doubt the actual cause will be arrived at during the inquest.”
“There will be an inquest, then?”
Preston fancied her voice trembled a little.
“In the circumstances there will have to be.”
“You mean you think he took his life—and by poison?”
“Oh, no, Mrs. Robertson, you mistake me. But there is no need to go further into the matter now. You would like, I dare say, to view the body presently.”
“Must I?”
“Certainly not, unless you wish to. I thought perhaps you might wish to.”