“Just a moment. What were Lord and Lady Wutherwood’s positions in the lift?”
“He was sitting in the corner. His hat was on and his scarf pulled up and his c-coat collar turned up. I — th-thought he was asleep.”
“Asleep? But a minute or so before, he had shouted at the top of his voice.”
“Well, asleep or sulking. As a matter of fact, I rather thought he was s-sulking.”
“Why should he do that?”
“He was a sulky sort of man. Aunt V. had kept him waiting.”
“Did you notice his hat?”
“It was a poisonous hat.”
“Anything in particular about it?”
“Only that it looked as if it belonged to a bum. As a matter of fact I couldn’t see him very well. Aunt V. — Violet stood b-between us and the light wasn’t on.”