I said: “Cold-blooded murder.”
Crozier shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said quietly. “Something went wrong. There was a mistake or something got away from Vennell.”
He paused and lighted a cigarette. I looked at Sonia and said:
“You mean— someone saw a chance to cut in?”
Crozier shrugged. “Miss Vreedon doesn’t think so,” he replied grimly.
Sonia spoke for the first time. She said in a husky but steady voice:
“Crozier and this man Risdon— they both think that poor Tim injected the morphine—”
Her voice broke. She stood up suddenly and turned her back to both of us. Her hands were clenched at her sides. I said:
“You’re wrong, Crozier— Tim Burke isn’t mixed up in this.”
The investigator smiled with his lips. “In the shell he was directly in front of Babe Harron— that is, ahead
