Chapter 17

‘There’s just one or two things I’ll have to make a note of,’ he began, clearing his throat nervously. ‘You’d say the gun was fired by the deceased ’imself?’ ‘Oh, yes, no doubt about that.’ The doctor was struggling into the coat Giles held for him. ‘You’ll go to Mr Topliss, Peck? Tell him I’ll ’phone him in the morning.’ ‘Mr Cush left a letter for Mr Topliss,’ said Campion, pointing to the big yellow envelope on the desk. The policeman moved forward clumsily to take it, and the doctor sighed with relief. ‘I expect…