“How’s she now?” I asked.
“Nearly collapsed. She gave her evidence to the police and afterwards to the coroner. She’s in bed now.”
“Can I see her?”
“You?” said Fred. “Why?”
“She’s accused Jerry.”
“So has Rowan; why don’t you talk to him?”
“I will,” I said, “afterwards. Do you mind asking her if she’ll see me?”
He went up himself and came down with her excuses. But I had expected them and I’d written on one of my cards “Bulls and Beefers”; just that and I’d put it in an envelope unsealed. I knew Fred wouldn’t look in it when he took it up to her.
“She’ll see you,” said Fred when he came down again.