“Only,” thought Alleyn, “Lady Wutherwood’s finger is not choppy nor are her lips skinny. Damnation, what the devil is all this?” And aloud he said: “He stood with his back towards you in the lift?”
“Yes.”
“And you noticed the mark on the back of his neck?”
“I saw it.”
“Just there?” asked Alleyn pointing to the startled Fox.
“Just there. It was a sign. Ssh! He does that sometimes.”
“The Little Master?” asked Alleyn.
“Ssh! Yes. Yes.”
“Do you think it happened before you were there? The attack on your husband, I mean.”
“He sat huddled in the corner, not speaking. I knew he was angry. He called for me in an angry voice. He had no right to treat me as he did. He should have been more careful. I warned him of his peril.”