“You’re talking bunk, Lieutenant.”
“On the contrary, Mr. Hollander, those were the moves which were made here tonight—whether you were the person who made them or not.”
“Yes?”
“Yes. And it is quite within the range of possibility that if you didn’t make them, then Mrs. Endicott did.”
Hollander looked very worried, very tired.
“You’re bluffing, Lieutenant,” he said.
“And you’re a very frightened man, Mr. Hollander.”
“Are you going to arrest Mrs. Endicott?”
“That depends.”
“Because she didn’t do it.”
“Why didn’t she, Mr. Hollander?”
“Because she loved her husband.”
“I wish you would explain to me how it is that she loved him so much that she wanted either to commit suicide or else kill him.”
“Pride, Lieutenant.”