"Did you see him again while Seaton-Carew was in this room?"
"I saw him in the dining-room, but I didn't speak to him."
"Did you notice whether he was what you might call normal, or a bit upset?"
"No. I didn't."
"You're a great help, aren't you?" said Hemingway.
"I've got no wish to help the police."
"Go away before I lose my temper with you!" recommended Hemingway.
He succeeded in surprising her. She looked astonished and blurted out: "Is that all? Don't you want to know what I did with the spare coil of wire?"
"You left it on the shelf in the cloakroom, where no one, not even Mrs. Haddington, happened to catch sight of it."
"So likely that anyone would admit to having seen it! And if Mrs. Haddington didn't, it must have been the only thing that did escape her eye in the house! She saw that one of the unfortunate servants had put out the wrong kind of towel in the cloakroom fast enough!"