"When you say that the way Lady Billington-Smith and Mr. Guest behaved was a bit thick, do you mean that there was love-making between them?"
"Oh, not in public!" said Camilla, with a little laugh."They were much too clever for that. Only anybody could tell by the way he looked at her that he absolutely potty about her."
"But you did not actually see anything more than the looks?" persisted Harding.
"No, but I can put two and two together, Inspector."
"I see that you can, Mrs. Halliday. But I think we have wandered away from the point. Will you tell me what you did when you went up to take your hat off?"
"Well, I took it off," said Camilla flippantly. "And then I powdered my nose, and one thing and another, any I then — oh, I forgot to say that Basil, my husband, came in, and I gave him the cheque, and told him what had happened."
"Was he very much annoyed, Mrs. Halliday?"
"Oh no, not annoyed!" Camilla assured him. "I mean. it was really quite funny, the General being smitted by me. We made up our minds to treat it as a joke, only of course Basil said the cheque must be given back at once. So he said he'd do that, and I went down on to the terrace."
"Do you remember what the time was then?"
"No, I can't say I do, but that's the worst of me, I simply never look at the clock."