“Both of us have experienced bereavement since last we met, two days ago, Liane. You have my sincerest sympathy, my darling.”
“Is Sir John dead?” she inquired in a low husky voice.
He nodded.
“Then our losses are both hard to bear,” she said, sighing. “Poor Nelly! I—I cannot bear to think of it. I cannot yet realise the terrible truth.”
“Nor I, dearest,” he answered, echoing her sigh. “But we must nevertheless face the facts if we desire to discover the assassin.”
“They told me that it was you who first discovered her,” she said falteringly, her eyes overflowing with tears. “Tell me how it all happened.”
“There is very little to tell,” he responded. “I found her lying on the road dead, and went at once for the doctor and the police.”
“But what were you doing in Cross Lane?” she inquired.
“I went out to meet you as we had arranged.”
“But surely you knew that I could not meet you,” she exclaimed, looking at him quickly.