"Look here, miss, I haven't come to play at amateur theatricals!" protested the Inspector. "Nor this isn't the moment to be larking about!"
Vicky flew up off the sofa. "Answer me, answer me! I was on the scene of the crime, wasn't I?"
"So I've been told, but if you were to ask me-'
"My dog didn't bark. That's important. That other Inspector saw that, and you do too. Don't you?"
"I don't deny it's a point. It's a very interesting point, what's more, but it doesn't necessarily mean '
"I can shoot. Anyone will tell you that! I'm not afraid of guns."
"You don't seem to me to be afraid of anything," said Hemingway with some asperity. "In fact, it's a great pity you're not, because the way you're carrying on, trying to convict yourself of murder, is highly confusing, and will very likely land you in trouble!"
"There is a case against me, isn't there? You didn't think so at first, but the Prince told you that I could shoot, and you began to wonder. Didn't you?"
"All right, we'll say I did, and there is a case against you. Anything for a quiet life!"
Vicky stamped her foot. "Don't laugh! If I'm not a suspect, you must be mad! Quick, I can hear my mother coming! Am I a suspect or am I not?"