"Whether or not, you can put Jason out of it," insisted Marta. "He wouldn't hurt a fly."
"Oh, wouldn't he," Judy said, and they all paused to look at her.
"What exactly does that mean?" Clements asked.
"Never mind. My bet's on Jason."
"And what was the motive?"
"She was running out, I suspect."
Marta interrupted sharply. "You know that's nonsense, Judy. You know quite well that there was nothing between them."
"I know nothing of the sort. He was never out of her sight."
"A bitch thinks all the world a bitch," murmured Jammy into Grant's ear.
"I suspect" — it was Lydia's turn to break into a growing squabble — "that Mr. Hopkins knows much more about it than we do. He's been down at Westover today for his paper."