Dinah sat down on the arm of a chair. "I'm not at all sure that you aren't being serpent-like," she said.
"However, I'm past caring, and the sooner you arrest somebody for this murder — preferably Francis — the better."
"What has he been doing?" inquired Harding.
"Making mischief," said Dinah viciously. "I say, did he pinch that money, do you think, or did Arthur really have remorse, and send it to him?"
Harding said, watching her: "I don't know. Are you anxious about it?"
"Anxious?" said Dinah.
"I thought," Harding said diffidently, "that you seemed to be on terms of great friendship with Captain Billington-Smith."
"Then I don't think much of you as a detective," said Dinah. "I can't stand Francis. How on earth did you come to make such a mistake?"
Inspector Harding apologised. "I don't think my judgment was likely to be entirely impartial on that point," he said in extenuation.
Since this was spoken almost inaudibly Miss Fawcett did not quite gather its import, and continued briskly: "In fact, if someone's got to be arrested for having killed Arthur I'd rather it was Francis than anyone, except perhaps Camilla, and I suppose you can't manage to shove it on to her?"