"I wish you wouldn't," he exclaimed, just like an unformed schoolboy.
"You wish I wouldn't what?"
"Talk like that."
"Talk like what?"
"Oh, we are speaking in a circle. See here, Lady Wyke. You asked me here to say something about Mr. Lemby. I understand from your hints to Claudia that you accuse him of murdering your husband."
"How crudely you put it." She raised her eyebrows. "I don't accuse him."
"Then why I am here I don't know."
"You will know soon, Mr. Craver. I accuse someone else."
"Who is it?" The young man suddenly shivered, in spite of the warm atmosphere.
"Who is he, you mean. Well; then, ask yourself who murdered my husband."