"This way, Superintendent," North said, leading the way across the hall. "Now what is it you would like to ask me? You have established the fact that I was acquainted with Fletcher."
"But not, I think you said, very well acquainted with him?"
"Not so well acquainted with him as my wife was," replied North. "You will probably find that his closest friends were all of them women."
"You did not like him, in fact, Mr. North?"
"I can't say I was drawn to him," admitted North. "I should describe him as a ladies' man. The type has never appealed to me."
"Did you consider him a dangerous man - with ladies?"
"Dangerous? Oh no, I shouldn't imagine so!" North said, a suggestion of boredom in his voice. "My wife, for instance, regarded him, I believe, somewhat in the light of a tame cat."
"I see. So, speaking as a husband, you would not consider it worth while to be - let us say -jealous of him?"
"I cannot pretend to speak for anyone but myself. But I take it that you do not want me to. I was not jealous of him. Is there anything else you wish to ask me?"
"Yes, I should like to know when you returned from the Continent, Mr. North?"