“Yes,” she said steadily. “That’s it.”
“Did you see anybody else on your way to the drawing-room?”
“I think Mike was in the passage. Nobody else.”
“And Lord Wutherwood was in the lift?”
“I suppose he was. I didn’t look. He sounded cross so I rather skidded past, do you know?”
“I see. And then you asked for some one to work the lift and Mr. Stephen Lamprey went out and worked it.”
IV
Alleyn felt, rather than heard, her draw in her breath. She said lightly: “No, that’s not quite right. You remember that we don’t know which twin went out.”
“I think I know,” said Alleyn. “I’m not trying to trap you into an admission. We’ll leave it that a twin went out and you followed, as far as the hall, to say good-bye. Lady Wutherwood got into the lift and you returned to the drawing-room. That’s all right?”
“About me — yes.”