"She did."
"And of Lady Balscombe's visit to these rooms?"
"Correct."
"Then what do you want to know from me?" demanded Calliston.
Mr. Dowker ran his hand round the brim of his hat.
"I want an account of your lordship's movements on that night," he said smoothly.
Lord Calliston sprang to his feet with a burst of laughter.
"Good Heavens!" he cried. "Surely you don't think I killed Lady Balscombe?"
Dowker said nothing, but looked discreetly on the ground, upon which Calliston frowned.
"Don't carry the joke too far," he said, harshly. "I am a very good-natured man, but there are limits to one's good-temper--in some cases I would decline to answer your very impertinent questions, but as I want to save my cousin's life, if possible, I will tell you what I know--be seated."