Olivia jumped to her feet.
“This is disgraceful! How dare you! How dare you say such things! I’ve a good mind to . . . to . . .”
“Please, Mrs Drake. Please sit down.” David turned to Mrs Norris. “Perhaps you can explain this preposterous and, I warn you, slanderous accusation.”
Mr Norris’s chin came up. Her hands were clasped together in front of her, the knuckles white.
“You thought you’d been so clever, didn’t you? It started on the balcony.” She looked at David. “I saw you. You were going to push him. Until you saw me. But I didn’t say anything. You’d have denied it, your word against mine, and I would have lost my job. But I kept my eyes open.”
She turned to Olivia.
“That so-called suicide note. I’d seen that weeks ago. He left it on the table in the hall. When it had gone I thought he must have picked it up when he came back from the funeral. But he didn’t pick it up, did he, Mrs Drake? You did.”
David and Olivia just stared at her.
“And, of course, there was the pen,” she said.
“The pen?” David repeated.
“Yes. It was the wrong colour,” she said.
“It was Andrew’s pen,” Olivia said.
Mrs Norris shook her head.
“It was the wrong colour of ink. Mr Drake used to write cheques for me to pay tradesmen with that pen, in blue ink. His suicide note was in black ink. Even the police missed that.”
David spoke, his voice tight.
“Is that it? All this is pure conjecture.”
“Money!” Olivia blurted out. “All this is about money, isn’t it?”
“No, Mrs Drake, I don’t want money.”
“I warn you, Mrs Norris, you are making dangerous accusations.”
“That’s as maybe, but if I didn’t say something, well, I’d have it on my conscience. I’m sorry.” She turned to leave.
“What are you going to do?” Olivia said, her voice cracking.
Mrs Norris turned at the door.
“I’m getting my things together and going to my sister’s. I’ll be gone within the hour. He was a horrible man, I know, but what you did was wrong, very wrong.”
“It’s not true,” Olivia pleaded.
Mr Norris opened the door.
“That’s for the police to decide, not me. Goodbye, Mrs Drake.” She closed the door.
Olivia turned desperately to David.
“What shall we do? What shall we do?”
“Stop! Let me think. We could try to bluff it out. Our word against hers. And I bet she’s got that pen.”
“Do you think so? Oh, David. There must be something we can do.”
David stood up and walked to the door.
“Where are you going?”
He looked back at her.
“To do something,” he said.