“I was annoyed with Lady Cynthia at first, in the way one is annoyed with any one one has had an argument with. But after that I was angry, principally, with myself for being such an ass as to quarrel.”
“There was no third person involved either in the quarrel or in your thoughts afterwards?”
“Of course not. Who should there be?”
“You are sure that you did not go back to the farm after leaving Lady Cynthia Bell for the purpose of keeping an appointment you had made with the deceased?”
Fayre heard the sharp hiss of Kean’s breath between his teeth, followed by a whisper:
“Then they have got something up their sleeves, after all.”
Leslie, after the first blank stare of astonishment, flushed with anger as he realized the full force of the insinuation.
“Of course not,” he said curtly. “I have told you that I didn’t know Mrs. Draycott.”
“You are certain that you did not meet Mrs. Draycott at all that evening?”
“I never saw Mrs. Draycott in my life until I found her body at the farm.”