"Can you give us the exact date?"
"Friday, June 19th."
"And the place, and the time of day?"
"My office in Winchester. About ten in the evening."
"Please describe this occasion in your own way."
"Well, my secretary Miss Anderson had been out sick several days, so Jim and I were swamped with work. I left the office my usual time, took home some stuff. Jim said he'd stay and work late. Evening, found I'd forgotten something, drove back for it, near ten o'clock. Light on in Jim's office, door of the outer office braced open way I'd left it, for fresh air—guess that's how I came to go in so quiet, wasn't trying to, certainly. Passed doorway of Jim's office, saw Miss Blake was—in there." Judd swallowed and coughed. "Compromising situation."
"Do you mean they were embracing, something like that?"
"Call it that. Divan. Jim's office. Wouldn't've believed it."
"Was an innocent interpretation possible? She'd felt faint, or—"
"Nothing like that, sir. Slacks, underthings, arm of divan."