view with Manderson; but I was mad with rage. My honour and my liberty had been plotted against with detestable treachery. I did not consider what would follow the interview. That would arrange itself.
'I had started and turned the car, I was already going fast toward White Gables, when I heard the sound of a shot in front of me, to the right.
'Instantly I stopped the car. My first wild thought was that Manderson was shooting at me. Then I realized that the noise had not been close at hand. I could see nobody on the road, though the moonlight flooded it. I had left Manderson at a spot just round the corner that was now about a hundred yards ahead of me. After half a minute or so, I started again, and turned the corner at a slow pace. Then I stopped again with a jar, and for a moment I sat perfectly still.
'Manderson lay dead a few steps from me on the turf within the gate, clearly visible to me in the moonlight.'
Marlowe made another pause, and Trent, with a puckered brow, enquired, 'On the golf-course?'
