"He says he's had a revulsion of feeling," replied Dinah. "It's all rather trying (though quite humorous), because the mere sight of Lola sends him flying, and she's got a habit of tracking him down and — and wreathing her arms round him, so to speak."
"His passion for the lady seems to have been somewhat transient," remarked Harding dryly.
"Well, she turned him down first, you know," Dinah pointed out.
"So she did," agreed Harding and stood up.
"Inquisition over?" inquired Miss Fawcett.
"The inquisition is over for today," said Harding.
"I see!" said Miss Fawcett sapiently. "Thumbscrews not yet arrived." She rose, and stood facing him. "I wish the murderer hadn't got to be discovered, but I quite see that he must be, and I hope you find him quickly. Because the sort of atmosphere of suspicion and suspense we're living in now is utterly unnerving. Moreover, the sooner we get the house cleared of all these ill-assorted visitors, the better it will be for my sister. By the way, am I under lock and key too, or can I leave the place?"
There was a slight pause. "I've no shadow of right to keep you here, Miss Fawcett," said Harding. "At the same time I wish very much that you would stay."
"Oh, I'm going to! All I meant was, can I go into Ralton to do the shopping, and pay the bills?"
"Of course you can. Go anywhere you like," said Harding.