He looked about at the various people standing by.
“It’s Levi Schomberg,” Preston said. “He was one of Mrs. Mervyn-Robertson’s guests. It was her box we found him in.”
“Mervyn-Robertson? You mean the woman they call Jessica?” the doctor asked with a curious look.
“Yes.”
“May I ask if she is a friend of yours?”
“I know her to speak to,” Preston answered, “so does my friend here, but I can’t say she is a friend of ours. To what do you attribute death, doctor?”
“I can’t say at off-hand. Heart, most likely; the heat and general excitement may have induced the final attack. We must communicate with his friends. Are they here?”
“I believe so. I don’t know Schomberg myself.”
“I thought the attendant said you were both friends of his.”
“We told the attendant we knew him, to get into the box. We could see from the hall that something was amiss with him.”