“I’m afraid it makes very good sense, Campbell,” said Alleyn. “Where is Lady Wutherwood?”
“Next door,” said Curtis. “I gave her an injection. Had to. She’d have hurt herself otherwise. She’s quieter now. I’ve telephoned Kantripp.”
“And the others?”
“The servants are all in the room at the end of the passage,” said Campbell. “Her personal maid, Tinkerton the name is, keeps asking to see her.”
“Let her stay where she is.” Alleyn moved to the door, turned, and looked at the bed.
“Well,” he said, “I suppose if he’d been asked he’d have preferred this.”
“To what?” asked Nigel.
“To the quick drop, Mr. Bathgate,” said Fox.
“Good God, was he the murderer?”
“Yes, yes,” said Alleyn impatiently. “Come on.”