Bundle narrated the events of the preceding day as briefly as possible. A look of fear and horror came into Loraine’s face.

“Then it is true. It is true.”

“What’s true?”

“What I’ve thought⁠—what I’ve been thinking all these weeks. Gerry didn’t die a natural death. He was killed.”

“You’ve thought that, have you?”

“Yes. Gerry would never have taken things to make him sleep.” She gave the little ghost of a laugh. “He slept much too well to need them. I always thought it queer. And he thought so too⁠—I know he did.”