“Oh, yes.”
“And you were good friends with him?”
“Nobody was good friends for long with Philip Clevedon. He was—”
She pulled herself up, pursing her lips.
“You were going to say?”
“Something one ought not to say of a man who is dead.”
“Had he any enemies?”
“Plenty, but not of the murdering sort.”
“Had you heard of his engagement?”
“He did not confide in me!”