Inspector Slack grew very red.
“This is a serious matter, Mrs. Lestrange. I want the truth—” He banged his fist down on a table. “And I mean to get it.”
Mrs. Lestrange said nothing at all.
“Don’t you see, madam, that you’re putting yourself in a very fishy position?”
Still Mrs. Lestrange said nothing.
“You’ll be required to give evidence at the inquest.”
“Yes.”
Just the monosyllable. Unemphatic, uninterested. The inspector altered his tactics.
“You were acquainted with Colonel Protheroe?”
“Yes, I was acquainted with him.”
“Well acquainted?”
There was a pause before she said:
“I had not seen him for several years.”
“You were acquainted with Mrs. Protheroe?”
“No.”
“You’ll excuse me, but it was a very unusual time to make a call.”
“Not from my point of view.”
“What do you mean by that?”