"That's got nothing to do with you!"
"Oh yes, it has, miss! The fact is that you were wanting money from your uncle, which he wouldn't give you, and you'd quarrelled with him on account of it. Isn't that so?"
"You know it all, don't you?" she sneered.
"I advise you to consider your position," he said.
"There's nothing to consider! You can't prove I ever went into my uncle's room! All you can prove is that we quarrelled, and if you take the trouble to enquire a little farther into our affairs, you'll find that we've quarrelled hundreds of times before!"
"Let me remind you, miss, that when I first asked you what you did when you got upstairs this evening, you never said a word about going to your uncle's room."
"No! Because I could see from the look of you what sort of a fool you'd make of yourself if I told you that!"
She had succeeded at last in nettling him. He told her that she had better be careful what she said, but when she ironically thanked him for his warning, and asked if he had anything more to say, prudence made him swallow his irritation, and reply in an even tone that she might go.
The young detective, who had been a silent spectator of this scene, remarked that she was a hard-boiled dame. The Inspector grunted, refusing to commit himself.
"I thought you'd have pushed her a bit more, sir," ventured the detective.