“Was he going to marry you?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do to the serviettes on the night Sir Charles died?”
“Oh, my God! I didn’t do anything to hurt him—I didn’t do anything to hurt him!”
“Answer me.”
“Sidney—”
“Oh, he called himself Sidney, did he? It isn’t his name. But go on.”
“He asked me to get one of the serviettes, with the ring, and to lend it to him.”
“You did this?”
“Yes. But he brought it back.”