Neville jerked his head in the direction of the chair behind the desk.
"Facing the window?"
"Yes. Don't bother me!"
"Actually seated in his chair?"
"Mm. I've got a goodish bit here about the lips of the strange woman, but that's not the one I want."
"And the murderer is supposed to have entered by way of the window, which Ernie was directly facing?"
"Flattery is the tongue of the strange woman… no, that's not it."
"Oh, do take your head out of that! Don't you see that if the murderer entered by way of the window Ernie must have been entirely unsuspicious? He apparently didn't even get up from his chair!"
"Got it!" said Neville triumphantly. "She is loud and stubborn; her feet abide not in her house. That's you. I'm going to tell Glass." He slid off the edge of the table, and departed in search of the policeman.
Left alone, Sally sat down in an armchair, dropped her chin in her cupped hands, and frowned upon her surroundings. Neville soon reappeared, saying: "He reproved me. Seemed to know the context."