Tony Walker
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He had been shot through the back.
I found the hole just into the right scrofula or scalpel.
What is shoulder blade anyway?
Oh, clavicle.
Stupid of me.
Well, that's where it was.
And the bullet had evidently gone through into the lung.
I say evidently and leave it at that.
there were no papers in his pockets and no tailor's name on his clothes but there was a note-case with nine pounds in it altogether a most unpleasant business of course it doesn't do to question the workings of providence but one couldn't help wishing it hadn't happened
It was just a little mysterious, too.
Who had killed him?
It wasn't likely that the girl had, or she wouldn't have been joyriding about the country with him.
And if someone else had murdered him, why hadn't she mentioned it?
Anyway, she hadn't, and she'd gone.
So one couldn't do anything for the time being.
No telephone, of course.
I just locked up the garage and went to bed.
That was two o'clock.
The next morning I woke early for some reason or other, and it occurred to me as a good idea to go and have a look at things by daylight and before Mrs. Selston turned up, so I did.
The first thing that struck me was that it had snowed heavily during the night because there were no wheel tracks or footprints, and the second was that I'd left the key in the garage door.