“ Sleeping draught? Gerry?”

The incredulity in her voice was plain.

Jimmy gave her a glance. It was almost a glance of warning. He had a sudden feeling that Loraine in her innocence might say too much.

In his turn he explained as gently as possible the need for an inquest. She shuddered. She declined their offer of taking her back to Chimneys with them, but explained she would come over later. She had a two-seater of her own.

“But I want to be⁠—be alone a little first,” she said piteously.

“I know,” said Ronny.

“That’s all right,” said Jimmy.

They looked at her, feeling awkward and helpless.