"Well, if you must know," replied Dinah, "he's the faithful swain. Inarticulate, and a bit of a poop. He might easily have knocked Arthur's teeth out, but somehow I don't see him stabbing him in the back."
"Forgive me, Miss Fawcett, but was there never any talk of divorce between your sister and Sir Arthur?"
"On account of Stephen? No, never. There ought to have been, but Fay would never face the scandal. I am absolutely convinced, Mr. Harding, that nothing would induce Fay to take any action that would lead to — well, this sort of unpleasantness."
He met her look. "Quite, Miss Fawcett. Tell me, did you see the cut on Guest's wrist yesterday?"
"No, of course I didn't. Camilla and Fay yapped at him to show it them, but naturally he wouldn't do any such thing. He's frightfully he-mannish, is Stephen. Loathes a fuss."
"And the Hallidays?"
"She's a gold-digger, and he's nervy and a bit jealous. Dotes on her."
"Mrs. Twining?"
"Mrs. Twining?" repeated Dinah. "What do you want to know about her?"
"Anything you can tell me," said Harding.