“Of course it was a great shock. You could see that. She thanked me for coming and said she was very grateful but that there was nothing I could do.”
“What about Lettice?”
“She was out playing tennis somewhere. She hadn’t got home yet.”
There was a pause, and then Griselda said:
“You know, Len, she was really very quiet—very queer indeed.”
“The shock,” I suggested.
“Yes—I suppose so. And yet—” Griselda furrowed her brows perplexedly. “It wasn’t like that, somehow. She didn’t seem so much bowled over as—well—terrified.”
“Terrified?”
“Yes—not showing it, you know. At least not meaning to show it. But a queer, watchful look in her eyes. I wonder if she has a sort of idea who did kill him. She asked again and again if anyone were suspected.”
“Did she?” I said thoughtfully.
“Yes. Of course Anne’s got marvellous self-control, but one could see that she was terribly upset. More so than I would have thought, for after all it wasn’t as though she were so devoted to him. I should have said she rather disliked him, if anything.”
“Death alters one’s feelings sometimes,” I said.
“Yes, I suppose so.”
Dennis came in and was full of excitement over a footprint he had found in one of the flower beds. He was sure that the police had overlooked it