"Well, Miss Saxon, I won't bother you any more. I am sure you
have told me all you know." Juliet winced. "Have you any idea
if the weapon with which the crime was committed has been
discovered?"
"That is a strange question for a detective to ask."
"A very necessary one. Well?"
"I know nothing about it," she said in an almost inaudible
voice.
"Do you know Mrs. Herne?"
"I have met her once or twice here."
"Did you like her?"
"I can hardly say. I did not take much notice of her. She
appeared to be agreeable, but she was over-dressed and used a
perfume which I disliked."
"Had you ever met anyone using such a perfume before?"
"No. It was strong and heavy. Quite a new scent to me. The
odor gave me a headache!"
"Was Mrs. Herne a great friend of your aunt's?"
"I believe so. She came here with Mr. Hale and Mr. Clancy to
play."
"Hale," said Jennings, "I forgot Hale. Does he still retain
your business, Miss Saxon?"
"No. I have given over the management of my property to our
own lawyer. Mr. Hale was quite willing."
"Does your brother Basil still make a friend of Mr. Hale?"
"I don't know," said Juliet, changing color again. "I do not
ask about Basil's doings. I said that before. Hark," she
added, anxious to put an end to the conversation, "my mother
is coming."
"I should like to see Mrs. Octagon," said Jennings.
"She will be here in a few minutes. I shall tell her," and
Juliet, without a look, left the room, evidently glad to get
away.
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