Kenneth waved his pipe vaguely in the air. “Religious scruples. Respect due to the dead. All against the funeral baked-meats coldly furnishing forth the marriage tables. Romeo and Juliet,” he added.
“Hamlet,” said the Superintendent coldly. “Shakespeare, anyway.”
“Do you mean that your fiancée wishes to postpone the wedding until you're out of mourning?”
“She can't. She knows perfectly well I'm not going into mourning.”
“Mr Vereker, had you arranged a date for your wedding before Saturday, or not?”
“Not.”
“I'm going to ask a very straightforward question, which your solicitor wont like.” said Hannasyde with a faint smile. “Was the wedding day unsettled because of money troubles?”
“You needn't bother about my solicitor.” said Kenneth amiably. “When a thing stands out a mile, you don't catch me queering my pitch by denying it. Money it was. The lady's not in favour of a two-pair back. By the way, that was something I wanted to ask you, Giles. What is a two-pair back?”
“I don't know,” said Giles.
“Well, it doesn't really matter,” said Kenneth, banishing the question. “Now Arnold's dead the point doesn't arise.”