Conrad sat down.
“We may need a witness at the inquest, Miss Powell,” he said. “Just to tie up the loose ends. Is it a fact Miss Arnot and Jordan were lovers?”
She surveyed him with tired, bored eyes.
“I wouldn’t want to swear to it,” she said with a contemptuous smile. “Miss Arnot often told me of her experiences with Mr. Jordan, together with a wealth of detail, but she may have been lying. As I never saw them together as lovers, I can’t be explicit.”
“That’s understood, but you did gather from her conversation that they were lovers?”
“That’s putting it mildly.”
“Did she have any other lovers except Mr. Jordan?” Conrad said casually.
He saw a sudden alert expression come into her eyes.
“Is it necessary to ruin what reputation Miss Arnot may have left after the inquest? she asked, her voice suddenly cold.
“I hope not, but the question is important, and I would like an answer.”