"That you were upset by my arrival is not, my dear Helen, a very reassuring thought."
"Not that! Ernie's death - that policeman asking me such ghastly questions!"
"We should get on better," he remarked, "if you did not lie to me. I know you rather well. You were horrified to see me."
She looked rather hopelessly across at him. "Oh, what's the use of talking like this? It only leads to misunderstandings, and bitterness."
After a moment's silence, he answered levelly: "Very well. What did you want to talk to me about? Fletcher's murder?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"It seems to be very much on your nerves."
"Wouldn't it be on yours?"
"That would depend on whether I felt either grief, or fear."
"Grief ! Oh no! But I was there that evening. I don't want to be dragged into it. You must see how awful my position is!"