Lord Charles beat gently on his wife’s shoulder with his thin hand. Without looking up at him she leant towards him.
“I’m glad it’s Dr. Kantripp,” she said. “He knows us so well. It would have been much worse if he had been a stranger.”
“It would have made no difference.”
“None?” asked Charlot on an indrawn breath.
“Very little, at any rate.”
“What will happen?” she asked.
“A man from the police-station is here. At the moment he is telephoning Scotland Yard. There’s another man in there with Gabriel.”
There was a short silence broken by Charlot.
“Well,” she said, “none of us tried to kill him, of course, so I suppose we simply tell the truth.”
Nobody answered her.