“I do not,” Tavernake replied. “It isn't my business. I'm only here because Pritchard begged me to come. He thought he might want help.”
She held his fingers tightly.
“Where were you?” she asked.
“In the bathroom when you arrived. Then he bolted the door behind and we had to come round through your bedroom.”
“How did Pritchard find out?”
“I know nothing about it,” Tavernake replied. “I only know that he peered through the latticework and saw you sitting there at supper.”
She smiled weakly.
“It must have been rather a shock to him,” she said. “He has been convinced for the last six months that I murdered Wenham, or got rid of him by some means or other. Help me up.”
She staggered to her feet. Tavernake assisted her to an easy chair. Then Pritchard came in.
“He is quite safe,” he announced, “sitting on the edge of the bath playing with a doll.”