But there it is--Kitely's been murdered.

Strangled!" "Strangled!" echoed Mallalieu.

"Dear--dear--dear! When was this, now ?" "Within the hour," replied Bent.

"Mr.Brereton here--a friend of mine from London--and I were spending the evening at your partner's, when that neighbour of his, Garthwaite, came running in to tell Mr.
Cotherstone that Kitely was lying dead on the Shawl.

Of course we all went up." "Then--you've seen him ?" demanded Mallalieu.