‘Yes.’
"Well, she was about thirty or so, dark, good-looking and well dressed. I thought at the time she didn’t look like anyone’s secretary.’
‘Was she very pretty?’
‘I suppose she was, and she had character too. She hadn’t the usual vacant face of the usual pretty woman.’
‘She called my husband by his Christian name. Is that right?’
‘Yes.’
I saw her clench her fists.
‘That fat fool of a policeman thinks Lee was having an affair with her,’ she said, and she seemed to be speaking through locked teeth. ‘Do you think that?’
‘Does it matter what I think?’
‘I’m asking you—do you think that?’ Her voice was harsh and tight with emotion.