Tony Walker

I managed to put him back as decorously as possible and shut the door again.

after a lot of grovelling about under the car i found a candle and lighted it and opened the opposite door and switched on the little lamp in the roof and then oh of course i had to make some sort of examination

He was an extremely tall and thin individual.

He must have been well over six feet three.

He was dark and very cadaverous looking.

In fact, I don't suppose he'd ever looked so cadaverous in his life.

He was wearing a trench coat.

It wasn't difficult to tell what he died of.

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.