By that time the repetition of the details of that oft-referred-to dinner party were growing stale and I did not pay the strictest attention to the first questions of the coroner. I was aroused, though, by hearing him say suavely:
“You will pardon me, Miss Letheny, but were you and Dr. Letheny on the best of terms?”
She stared at him, her yellowish eyes widening and reflecting green lights from her hat brim.
“What do you mean?”
“Following the departure of your guests that night, did you not have a heated disagreement?”
Her eyes slowly left the coroner and went to Huldah in an exceedingly unpleasant gaze.
“I suppose my maid told you that. Yes, we did quarrel. Louis—was not an easy man to get along with.”
“What was the subject of your quarrel that night?”
“About as usual. Nothing in particular.”
“Can you recall any of the exact—er—subjects?”