“This next one is the last. Do you know if Mr. Bowen was at any time alone in the study?”
She said, “Yes, he was. My husband came to my room to ask me a question.”
I put the pad in my pocket, and said to her, “You might tell me what the question was.”
“No, Mr. Goodwin. I think not.”
“It might be important. This isn’t for publication.”
Her eyes frowned again, but the hesitation was brief. “Very well. He asked me if I cared enough for Estelle Bowen — Mr. Bowen’s wife — to make a considerable sacrifice for her. I said no.”
“Did he tell you what he meant?”
“No.”
“All right. That’s all. You haven’t slept any.”
“No.”