CHAPTER XVIII
The Wit of the Pink Lady
Inspector Fay entered the room at one end a few seconds after Mr. Gluckstein left it at the other.
Mrs. Astley-Rolfe greeted him in a friendly fashion. She showed considerable strain—but, otherwise, was looking her best. And her best was delightful.
"Good morning, inspector," she said languidly.
"Good morning, madam." He glanced back to make certain that the door was closed. "I trust you have recovered from the shock of the crime."
"I still feel it very much," she replied, shuddering. "It was the most horrible experience I have ever had. To think of seeing that poor girl alive and well one minute, and the next—like that. It's too dreadful to think of."
"It was certainly a most disgusting crime," the inspector agreed.
"I suppose it was James Layton?"