"I take it you were on pretty intimate terms with him?"
"I think so - up to a point. I live here, you know."
"Yes, miss. Now, did you ever have any reason to think he might have enemies?"
"No," Mary replied. "I know that many people - rather disliked him, but I can't imagine anyone having any cause to murder him."
"Oh, Mary, what a shocking word to use!" gasped Ermyntrude. "Oh, whatever have I done to deserve a thing like this coming upon me, and Lady Dering asking me to be Chairwoman of the Hospital Committee, and all!"
"Had he private means, miss?" asked the Inspector.
"Not a penny!" said Ermyntrude. "And if he had he'd have gone through it inside of a week! The money I've squandered - well, I don't mean that exactly, but no one would believe the sums he's had out of me, and all spent on things I won't mention, let alone what found its way into White's pocket! Oh, you needn't look like that, Mary! I'm not such a fool but what I can see what's been under my nose since I don't know when! It was him led Wally to his ruin, not but what he didn't need much leading, but at least he wasn't ever so bad till he took up with White! Everything's been his fault, and if you ask me you'll find he's at the bottom of this, too!"
"What makes you say that, madam?" asked the Inspector.
Ermyntrude laid a hand on her breast. "I feel it here! A woman's instinct is never wrong! I've always hated that man!"
"But, Aunt Ermy, really that isn't fair!" expostulated Mary. "Why on earth should he murder Wally?"