"I believe you were with Mr. Saint Clair. Did you seen anyone ahead of
you?"
Jennifer frowned in an effort to remember, shook her curly black hair.
"I'm sorry, Captain."
Before he could reply an officer pushed his way into the group. Norman
recognized him as the colonel in charge of the Armed Guard.
"Hello, Captain," said the Colonel. "One of my men just informed me
of the murder." He glanced at the body. "I suggest you close off this
corridor and take these people's names."
"I've done both," said the Captain tartly. "Since you've arrived,
Colonel, I can leave the investigation in your hands. Meanwhile this
must be reported to the T.I.S. You'll excuse me, Colonel?"
The Colonel nodded indifferently. He was a small wiry man with cold
blue eyes. He requested all three of their books, examined them
minutely while the doctor fidgeted and Norman sweated to get away from
that still form on the deck. After questioning them again, he took
their names in a notebook, dismissed them.
Once in the lounge, Norman lit a cigarette, inhaled it gratefully.