CHAPTER 6FORTUNATELY Daphne Lake recovered without very much effort.
“Did you see who that was?” she asked, getting to her feet. She was shaky but game.
“I didn’t. Did you?”
She didn’t answer, which at the time didn’t seem remarkable. Instead she took the flash-light out of my good hand, and holding the beam down, stepped cautiously around the huge pillar of masonry that supports the great chimneys of Wyndham House.
“I wonder what he was doing?” she remarked casually, if a little weakly. I must say that at the moment I wasn’t very much interested. My arm hurt like poison, but it wasn’t broken, although not much use for the time. Also, I was thinking of the grim occupant of that great dark room upstairs. We should have called the coroner before we came down here, I thought, wondering at
