“I see,” said Archie, beginning to get the run of the plot. “You kicked her dog.”
“Pushed it. Accidentally. With my foot.”
“I understand. And when you brought off this kick—”
“Push,” said Mr. Benham, austerely.
“This kick or push. When you administered this kick or push—”
“It was more a sort of light shove.”
“Well, when you did whatever you did, the trouble started?”
Mr. Benham gave a slight shiver.
“She talked for a while, and then walked out, taking the dog with her. You see, this wasn’t the first time it had happened.”
“Good Lord! Do you spend your whole time doing that sort of thing?”