“Very little,” said Dr. Kantripp instantly. “I never saw her until to-night. As far as I can gather from Lady Charles and the others, there’s a history of eccentricity. You’d better ask them about that.”
“Yes, of course,” agreed Alleyn with his air of polite apology, “but I thought that first of all I would just ask you. I suppose they didn’t happen to mention whether the lady was interested in black magic.”
“Now, how the devil,” asked Dr. Kantripp, “did you get hold of that?”
“I was just going to explain. You heard her saying something about Marguerite Luondman of Gebweiler and Anna Ruffa of Douzy?”
“I’ve got them down in these notes,” said Fox, “though I didn’t know how to spell them.”
“Well, unless my extremely unreliable memory is letting me down, those two were a brace of medieval witches.”
“Oh, lor’,” said Fox disgustedly.
“Go on,” said Curtis.
Taking them in conjunction with her suggestions that she had a powerful protector, that her husband had been punished, that she had warned him of his peril, that she recognized her lift conductor by a mark on his neck, that this was a sign from her Little Master, together with all the rest of her mumbo jumbo, I came to the preposterous conclusion that Lady Wutherwood thinks her husband was destroyed by a demon.”
“Oh no, really!” cried Dr. Curtis. “It’s a little too much.”