THE MURDER AT THE DUCK CLUB
the wind went round and it began to blow clear about three o'clock. Four shooters went out; there was uncle and Mr. Hinx, and Egbert Simonson, and―and Ted Galt."
"Is that the same Mr. Hinx who was salmon-fishing with us early this year?"
"Yes. . . . Most evenings I go with uncle, but yesterday the bush was so wet that I decided not to go, so the four men went, and at the usual time the others all came back. At half-past seven, I began to get anxious, so I sent Tim Carter, the head guide, to see if anything was wrong. He found my uncle dead in his screen."
"And what brought Mr. Galt's name into it?"
She hesitated for a second.
"He and uncle had a good way to go to their places, which were next each other. They walked together, and their voices were heard, very loud, as if they were quarrelling. Egbert Simonson complained about it when he came in . . . said they made enough noise to disturb the lake, and after that, of course, Ted was suspected."
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