The doctor thought it a most unlikely solution, but he realised that the case would soon be in abler hands and it did not seem worth while to make objections.

“Name of deceased?” asked the sergeant, moistening his pencil.

“He had a card-case on him. He appears to have been a Mr. Ronald Devereux, with an address in the Albany.”

Bundle frowned. The name Ronald Devereux awoke some chord of remembrance. She was sure she had heard it before. It was not until she was halfway back to Chimneys in the car that it came to her. Of course! Ronny Devereux. Bill’s friend in the Foreign Office. He and Bill and⁠—yes⁠—Gerald Wade.

As this last realisation came to her, Bundle nearly went into the hedge. First Gerald Wade⁠—then Ronny Devereux. Gerry Wade’s death might have been natural⁠—the result of carelessness⁠—but Ronny Devereux’s surely bore a more sinister interpretation.