“Both?”

“My brother Kenneth and I. We live together. He's an artist.”

“I see. Were you on bad terms with your half-brother for any specific reason, or merely on general grounds?”

She wrinkled up her nose. “Well, not so much one specific reason as two or three. He was our guardian - at least he'd stopped being Kenneth's guardian, because Kenneth is over twenty-five. I lived with him till a year ago, when I decided I couldn't stick it any longer, and then I cleared out and joined Kenneth.”

“Did your bro - half-brother object to that?”

“Oh no, not in the least, because we'd just had a flaming row about a disgusting merchant he was trying to push me off on to, and he was extremely glad to be rid of me.”

“And had this quarrel persisted?”

“More or less. Well, no, not really. We merely kept out of each other's way as much as possible. I don't mean that we didn't quarrel when we happened to meet, but it wasn't about the merchant, or having left Eaton Place, but just any old thing.”

The twinkle grew. “Tell me, Miss Vereker, did you come down to Ashleigh Green with the intention of continuing an old quarrel, or starting a new one?”

“Starting a new one. Oh, that isn't fair! You made me say that, and it isn't in the least what I meant. I won't have that written down for me to sign.”

“It won't be,” he assured her. “But you did come down because you were angry with him, didn't you?”

“Did I say that to the Inspector?” Antonia demanded.

He nodded. “All right, then, yes.”

“Why were you angry, Miss Vereker?”

“Because he'd had the infernal neck to say I wasn't going to marry the man I'm engaged to.”

“Who is that?” inquired the Superintendent.

“I don't see what that's got to do with it.”