“You ran it on the general lines that I suggested?” he asked.
“Yes. I said my husband was killed at Ypres.”
“What did he do?”
“Well, he seemed sorry for me.”
“That, of course, is part of the game. He’ll be sorry for himself before he is through with it. He didn’t say, ‘You are a single woman and never had a husband?’”
“No.”
“Well, that’s one up against his spirits, is it not? That should impress the court. What more?”
“He felt round for names. They were all wrong.”
“Good!”
“He believed me when I said that Miss Bellinger here was my daughter.”