“Please explain again,” said the baroness, taking out a notebook and pencil.

“Little and often, you know, instead of one sweeping blow. You see, you are at your own home, so there’s no need to hurry over the murdering as though it were some disagreeable but necessary duty.”

“And what sort of end do I have? I mean, what curtain do I get?”

“I suppose you rush into your lover’s arms. That is where one of the flying leaps will come in.”