He shrugged his shoulders.
"Can you?" he insisted, watching her closely.
For a moment she paused. There was malevolence in her gaze.
"I do not know what he was doing," she said obstinately.
"Madam," said the inspector impressively, "if George Copplestone stood in the dock in front of you, and his life depended on the truth of your answer—would it still be the same answer?"
She turned on him.
"In the dock? What do you mean?"
"Would it still be the same answer?" he repeated sternly.
"Do you suggest that he may have committed the crime?" she exclaimed contemptuously. "Its absurd!"
"I told you," he said, "I suggest nothing. My case must be complete. I want to know the truth."