“Then what were her exact words?” interrupted Stone. “Her exact words, please?”
Beatrice thought for a moment. “Something like ‘My God, how dreadful! But his wife or some other woman did it, and I'm not at all surprised. It probably served him right!’”
“Then you went and told Lady Mentone? Was she asleep, too?”
“No, she was sitting up in bed and brushing her hair. She always wakes up early.”
“Who spoke first when you went in?”
“She did. She asked us what we were doing wandering about so early. Then I told her what had happened.”
“Your exact words, please,” said Stone.
Beatrice was quite ready with her reply. “I said, ‘Now, don't be frightened, Billy, but there was a dreadful accident at the bungalow last night. Someone shot Mr. Toller and he's dead. He was shot through the window, a
