"Nah. She hadn't come out by the time I went to bed."
"The night before the murder. Thank you, Mrs. Peterson." Brunton smiled grimly. "And now, just one more question. Has the accused ever spoken to you about her husband?"
"Yuss."
"When was the last time she spoke to you about him?"
"On the Sunday."
"What Sunday?"
"The Sunday"--Maggie Peterson's voice shrilled--"before she shot 'im."
"Please tell his lordship and the jury, to the best of your recollection, what she said to you."
The hard eyes of the woman in the witness-box turned to the woman in the dock. For a full second they looked at one another; and Ronnie, watching, saw that it was Maggie Peterson who first turned away.
"Tell his lordship and the jury," prompted Brunton.