“Well, if she testified that,” said Patrick Ives indifferently, “she lied.”
“What was the tenor of these notes?”
“They were largely suggesting appointments at the cottage.”
“How often were these appointments carried through?”
“Twice.”
“Only twice?”
At the flat incredulity of Lambert’s face something flared in Patrick Ives’s heavy blue eyes.
“Twice, I said—twice.”
“Will you give us the dates?”
“I’m afraid I can’t—once in the latter part of May, again about a week before the murder. That’s about the best that I can do.”