“Well, I’m damned!” said Charmian, in an astonished tone. “Talk about worms turning! Well played, Faith! You’re about right, too.”
Ingram, at first thunderstruck by this unexpected attack, recovered himself, and said: “Of course, if I’m not welcome in my own home...”
“You’re not,” Raymond interrupted. “You’ve had your marching orders! Get out!”
Ingram rose, very red in the face. “By God, Ray—”
“I’ll be getting along myself, sir,” interposed the Inspector tactfully.
Raymond turned towards him. “As you please. In view of the fact that Jimmy at least shares with me the distinction of being suspected of murdering my father, I should be glad to hear from you as soon as you have seen him. I take it that you will be seeing him immediately?”
“Yes, sir. I expect to see him today,” replied the Inspector.
Raymond nodded, and moved across to the door, and opened it. The Inspector stood aside for Ingram to precede him out of the room, and after a moments hesitation Ingram shrugged, and limped out. Raymond followed them both, and shut the door behind him.
Charmian stubbed out the end of her cigarette." I never knew you had it in you, Faith!” she remarked. “If you’ll allow me to say so, it’s a pity you didn’t assert yourself more long before this. There’s nothing to look scared about: Ingram is all bluster, and precious little bite. He won’t bear you any malice.”
“It doesn’t matter to me what he does,” Faith said clinging to the chair-back.