Miss Woods

What happened here?

Well, Miss Westcott and Mr. Williams didn't want to be questioned, I imagine, so Mr. Williams knocked me out.

Oh, thank you, Markham.

And if it checks, I'm afraid you're in rather a serious spot.

Heath, let me ask you something.

Yeah?

Suppose, just suppose, mind you, that you find that neither of those hair samples match the ones you took from Durant.

Then what?

I don't know.

Miss Westcott, you're a rather contrary person.

As I understand it, you wouldn't leave this place before Mr. Durant's death.

Now you're quite anxious to go.

Well, Miss Westcott, I wouldn't be so anxious to leave here if I were you.

In the event that Sergeant Heath's hair test points to you, you'll be going to a much more uncomfortable place, I assure you.

Thank you, Mrs. Westcott.

I have a few questions to ask you.

I won't slap you, Mrs. Westcott.

In fact, I'd like to see anybody raise his hand to you while I'm around.

Mrs. Westcott, do you think Mr. Williams killed Mr. Durant?

Your niece, then, Mrs. Westcott?