“You can't recall the colour?”
“It was a dark suit, that's all I can remember. You came in the evening, sir, and the light isn't good for colours.”
“You didn't notice my tie, or anything like that?”
“No, sir. You'll remember that I was put about at the time. You gave me a shock, coming down on me like that. It's the first time I ever had to do with the police, sir; and I was all on my nerves’ edge with the idea that you'd come after Miss Avice, sir. I couldn't hardly get to believe it, and I was all in a twitter.”
Sir Clinton nodded sympathetically.
“I'm sorry you were so much disturbed. Now have a good look at me where the light's bright enough. Do you see anything that strikes you as different from the appearance I had that night?”
He moved across to the window and stood patiently while Mrs. Marple scanned him up and down deliberately.
“You haven't got your eyeglass on to-day, sir.”
“Ah! Did you say eyeglass or eyeglasses?”
“Eyeglass, sir. I remember you dropped it out of your eye when you began to read Miss Avice's letters.”