‘Did your husband and Mr Dimmock have a quarrel that night in Room 111?’
‘They had some difficulty.’
‘And the result of that was that you came to Ostend instantly?’
‘Yes; I suppose so.’
‘And what were you to do in Ostend? What were your instructions from this husband of yours?’
Miss Spencer’s head dropped on her arms on the table which separated her from Nella, and she appeared to sob violently.
‘Have pity on me,’ she murmured, ‘I can’t tell you any more.’
‘Why?’
‘He’d kill me if he knew.’
‘You’re wandering from the subject,’ observed Nella coldly. ‘This is the last time I shall warn you. Let me tell you plainly I’ve got the best reasons for being desperate, and if anything happens to you I shall say I did it in self-defence. Now, what were you to do in Ostend?’