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THE WHISPER ON THE STAIR
“Is there any further need for my presence?” asked Val, addressing the group at random.
The coroner answered. “I am through with you, if Sergeant Connolly is. There is nothing to be gained by detaining you. Of course, you may be wanted at the inquest—I think it will be the day after to-morrow—but if we need you there you will be sent for.”
Val bowed assent. “Surely. Just call me up at my home and leave the message if I’m not there. Any further information I can give you⸺”
“No, not now,” interposed Connolly. And under his breath: “Further information—holy smoked mackerel!”
“Righto,” said Val. “I’ll be off, then. Hope you have some luck in getting the murderer—beastly thing to do, you know.”
