“If you will tell me what that has to do with the murder of Mimi Bellamy,” said Mr. Ives with even greater deliberation, “I will tell you who locked the door.”
“You refuse to answer my question?”
“Most assuredly I refuse to answer your question.”
“Your Honour——” choked the frenzied Lambert.
“The Court also fails to see what the question has to do with the case,” said Judge Carver, in a tone by no means propitiatory. “It is excluded. Proceed.”
“It is being made practically impossible for me to proceed in any direction,” remarked Lambert, in a voice unsteady with indignation. “Impossible! Mr. Ives, all that any occupant of that room had to do in order to get out of the house was to unlock that door and go, wasn’t it?”
“Absolutely all,” acquiesced the hostile witness cordially.
“No one would have been likely to see either one or the other or both depart, would they?”
“I think it highly unlikely.”
“No one saw either you or Miss Page in the house between nine and ten, did they?”