Chapter Nine
I am not quite sure what reaction I expected when I said it but I was slightly disconcerted when everyone, including Sylvia, merely nodded sagely.
‘A murder that has been hurriedly and clumsily disguised to look like an accident,’ I continued.
‘It certainly looks as though that might be a possibility,’ said Dr. Carter. ‘Although of course there is no proof—just a few pieces of circumstantial evidence.’ He counted off on his fingers: ‘One, the position of the body. Two, the whisky decanter. Three, the French windows. Is there anything else?’
Angela explained about the vase on the mantelpiece.
‘Hm, that is something else to consider, certainly,’ said the doctor.
‘Then how did he die, if not by hitting his head?’ I asked.
‘Oh, he certainly received an injury to the back of
