\"However, that has got nothing to do with the tragedy of yesterday,\" said Mme. Storey soothingly.
\"No,\" he said heavily. He returned and dropped into his chair. All the light had gone out of his face. He stared before him, fingering a wine-glass without noticing what he was doing. \"That is a complete mystery,\" he murmured. \"Surely the doctors must be mistaken. Who would want to kill my Dad?\"
\"Did he cut you off?\" asked Mme. Storey—though she knew very well.
\"However, that has got nothing to do with the tragedy of yesterday,\" said Mme. Storey soothingly.
\"No,\" he said heavily. He returned and dropped into his chair. All the light had gone out of his face. He stared before him, fingering a wine-glass without noticing what he was doing. \"That is a complete mystery,\" he murmured. \"Surely the doctors must be mistaken. Who would want to kill my Dad?\"
\"Did he cut you off?\" asked Mme. Storey—though she knew very well.
