"The first," replied Poulton calmly. "You have already interrogated my wife once - with what object I am at a loss to know! - and she does not wish to be troubled any further about the affair."
"No doubt, sir, but -"
"Nor do I wish it for her," added Poulton. "If it were even remotely possible that she could have had something to do with the murder, the position would, of course, be very different, and I should not for a moment withhold her address from you. As it is, I rather think I am within my rights in refusing to disclose it."
"No, sir. No one trying to obstruct an officer of the law in the pursuance of his duty is within his rights!" countered Hemingway promptly.
"Did I say that? In what way does my wife's absence from home obstruct you, Chief Inspector?"
"That's for me to judge, sir. There are certain questions I wish to put to Lady Nest."
"That is unfortunate - but perhaps I can answer your questions?"
"Perhaps, sir, but I prefer to put them to her ladyship."
"I regret, Chief Inspector, I cannot permit you to see her. It will save time, and, I hope, argument, if I tell you that she is extremely unwell, and in no condition to receive visitors."
"I'm sorry to hear that, sir. Very sudden, her illness, isn't it?"