Imbrie said: “I planted the potatoes before I left.”
“Well, leave the garden for the present.” The Major indicated Clare. “You know this lady?”
“I should hope so.”
“Confine your answers to plain statements, please. Who is she?”
“My wife.”
“She says so. She ought to know.”
The Major addressed Clare. “Is it true that you have said you were his wife?”
“I cannot tell you of my own knowledge, sir. Sergeant Stonor has told me that before I lost my memory I told him I was Ernest Imbrie’s wife.”
The Major bowed and returned his attention to Imbrie. “When and where were you married?”