Chapter Twenty-fiveCandida came into the room and took a chair at the side of the writing-table. She had seen the Inspector when he arrived, but the young man with his writing-pad on his knee was new to her. They were both part of the horrid dream which had taken the place of normal everyday life. She felt giddy and a little sick. Things seemed to be a long way off. She was glad to sit down.
The Inspector had a pleasant voice. He asked her to tell him about what had happened when they came back from the party at the Deanery. She answered with simplicity.
‘I went up with Aunt Cara. She was very tired. I had to help her up the stairs. When we got to her room she sat down, and I rang for Anna. She didn’t want to talk, so I went out into the passage. I thought I would wait there till I saw A
