“Try.”
He put his sketch plan on the table with a pencil.
Tinkerton took the pencil in her left hand and, after consideration, made two faint dots on the plan.
“Your statement will be written out in longhand,” said Alleyn, “and you will be asked to sign it. That’s all for the moment. Thank you. Good night.”
III
“You were remarkably crisp with the woman,” said Curtis. “I’ve never heard you less amiable. What was wrong?”
“She’s a liar,” said Alleyn.
“Because she wouldn’t talk about her mistress? Wasn’t that rather commendable?”
“Not because of that. She told a string of lies. Have a look at the statement later on and you’ll spot them.”
“You flatter me, I’m afraid. Why was she lying, do you suppose?”