“No, sir. Hardly at all.”
“H'm! When did Mrs. Silverdale have dinner?”
“At half-past seven, sir.”
“Was this Mr. Hassendean here long before dinner?”
“No, sir. He came in a few minutes before the half-hour.”
“Where were they before dinner?”
“In the drawing-room, sir.”
“The maid had been in that room during the day, I suppose?”
“Only just doing some dusting, sir. She had been complaining of a sore throat and being out of sorts, and she didn't do anything she could avoid bothering with.”
Dr. Ringwood shook his head as though he were not very easy in his mind.