“A bit of luck,” replied Larose, “and guessing she would have got rid of it not far from where she was most likely to have left her bicycle as she made her way up to the bungalow behind these trees. I thought——”
“But she didn't go straight up to the bungalow,” interrupted the doctor. “She went up to the house first, to get that rifle.”
“No, she never went near the house nor touched the rifle,” replied Larose. “And she never shot the man nor used her vitriol, because she found him murdered when she arrived at the bungalow.” He looked intently at the doctor. “But, of course, you know the girl is dead, don't you?”
Dr. Athol nodded. “Yes. I've just been served with a subpoena to attend the inquest tomorrow.”
Larose laid his hand upon the doctor's arm and drew him a few paces away to the ed
