“When you turned on the light Chapin was saying something.”
“He was saying my name. After the light was on he said — I can tell you exactly what he said. Anne, a cripple in the dark, my dear Anne, I was trying to hop to the switch. He had fallen.”
“Yeah. Naturally.” I finished scratching on the pad, and looked up at her. She was sitting tight. I said, “Now to go back again. Were you at home all afternoon?”
“No. I was at a gallery looking at prints, and then at a tea. I got home around six.”
“Was your husband here when you got here?”
“Yes, he comes early... on Saturday. He was in his study with Ferdinand Bowen. I went in to say hello. We always... said hello, no matter who was here.”
“So Mr. Bowen was here. Do you know what for?”
“No. That is... no.”
“Now come, Mrs. Burton. You’ve decided to put up with this and it’s pretty swell of you, so come ahead. What was Bowen here for?”
“He was asking a favor. That’s all I know.”