“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.”
“Who?”
“Ronny. And now this happens. Now he’s killed too.” She paused and then went on: “That’s what I came for today. That letter of Gerry’s you sent me—as soon as I read it, I tried to get hold of Ronny, but they said he was away. So I thought I’d come and see Jimmy—he was Ronny’s other great friend. I thought perhaps he’d tell me what I ought to do.”
“You mean—” Bundle paused. “About—Seven Dials.”
Loraine nodded.
“You see—” she began.
But at that moment Jimmy Thesiger entered the room.