“Then perhaps you will tell me the name of the woman over whom you quarrelled.”
“It was nobody you know.”
“I have been told—it was suggested—that it was Nora Lepley.”
“Nora Lepley! What the devil has she to do with it?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It is not my suggestion because, you see, I know who the lady was. The one missing link in my chain of evidence is not the lady’s identity but her reason for throwing you over and saying ‘Yes’ to Sir Philip.”
“Why do you want to know? What has it to do with the—the murder?”
“I cannot tell you until I have all the facts.”
“You will not get the lady’s name out of me.”
“But I don’t want her name,” I retorted tranquilly, “I know that already.”
“It was not Miss Clevedon.”