“He had business at his place.”
“Business? There was no one there but himself.”
The woman merely shrugged.
Major Egerton waved his hand in Clare’s direction. “Do you know this lady?”
“Yes, sir. It’s Doctor Imbrie’s wife.”
“How do you know that?”
“Where was that?”
“I won’t answer that at present.”
The Major turned to Clare apologetically. “Please excuse me if I must ask a painful question or two.”