‘He had on a snappy number in fawn flannel suiting, a white felt hat and a hand-painted tie. He wore big doughnut sized sun-glasses. I guess he put those on in case any of his friends spotted him going in with her. The tricks men get up to.’
I was sitting on the edge of my chair now, trying very hard to keep calm.
‘Did he have a thin, black moustache and hard, lean face?’
‘Certainly he had. Do you know him?’
‘I ran into him coming down the stairs this morning.’
‘This morning?’ Her eyes opened very wide. ‘But if she’s dead...?’
‘Yeah. She’s been dead some time. I’d make a guess and put it at about eight hours.’
‘You mean she went into the bathroom and hanged herself while he was in the other room?’
‘I saw him coming downstairs about twenty minutes ago. She died eight hours ago; say about four o’clock in the morn-ing. Obviously she died while he was in her room, unless he left before four and came back this morning for some reason or other.’
She sank back on the cushions of the settee and fanned herself with her hand.