‘Is—is that all?’
‘I think it possible, Mr Pearson, that it may be necessary to detain you until after the inquest.’
‘Oh! my God,’ said Jim Pearson. ‘Can nobody help me?’
At that moment the door opened and a young woman walked into the room. She was, as the observant Inspector Narracott noted at once, a very exceptional kind of young woman. She was not strikingly beautiful, but she had a face which was arresting and unusual, a face that having once seen you could not forget. There was about her an atmosphere of common sense, savoir faire, invincible determination and a most tantalizing fascination.
Emily to the rescue!
What an entrance!
One of the weird aspects of this book is that the police investigation that follows the murder is both boring and ... dragging. The book really only starts when Emily comes on the scene.