Dreadful - simply dreadful
Oh, Detective. Must we undertake looking into the events of the past? Must we really? Must we dwell on the unpleasantness of a few months ago rather than moving forward? I for my own part would much prefer to move forward. Indeed, it strikes me as unavoidably morbid to ponder too closely what nearly befell my poor husband, Henry. I say “poor” only in the sense of unfortunate, of course — Henry is quite well off, and if I were ever to be his widow, I would also be quite well off. But fortunately Henry is still alive, and I am not his wealthy widow, and that is not a scenario we need to worry about or look into at all!
How that arsenic got into his martini, well, one just cannot say, can one? “Answering questions under oath? Under oath, Detective? No, I think not.”
*** Digby