She was right, of course. She knew that I had been so blinded and dizzied by her that she could have told me an elephant was trumpeting through the study door at us and I should have believed her. I felt sick.
‘Go on,’ I said, for want of anything else to say.
‘Well, you know what happened next. I spoke to Neville and pretended that he had replied, then we returned to the drawing-room, bumping into Hugh on the way. Damn Hugh!’ she exclaimed suddenly. ‘Why on earth did he choose that time to go running around on the terrace, drawing attention to himself and raising suspicions about the time of death? If he hadn’t done that, then the police would have eventually come to the conclusion that it must have been an accident after all, or that it was a mysterious intruder who did it. Instead the
