"No. We simply say that you were in Walpole Lane and in the Pink Shop on the night of the murder. Perhaps you can explain?"
"I was not there, confound you! In the lane--yes, I was in the lane, but I did not enter the shop. By what right do you accuse me of the crime?"
"I say again, as I said before, that I do not accuse you of the crime," replied Ralph, firmly. "But you wore a suit of Harris tweed on that night?"
"I did. I always wear Harris tweed. It is my favourite cloth. Well?"
"One of the girls in the Pink Shop--a blind girl who has a very keen sense of smell--told the detective that I am employing to learn the truth how on the night of the murder she smelt the peaty scent of Harris tweed."
"What has that got to do with me? Plenty of people wear Harris tweed suits."
"Plenty of people don't wish to get rid of their wives," snapped Shawe.
"Ah! so you do accuse me?" said Sir Joseph, who was now calming down. "And my motive for wishing to get rid of my wife?"
"Miss Rosy Pearl can best answer that question."
"What do you know of Miss Pearl? Speak of her with respect, as she is to be my wife."