Chapter XIX

LORD PETER PLAYS DUMMY ‘Do you want to come with me to the Armstrong woman?’ ‘May as well,’ said Wimsey; ‘you never know.’ Nurse Armstrong belonged to an expensive nursing-home in Great Wimpole Street. She had not been interviewed before, having only returned the previous evening from escorting an invalid lady to Italy. She was a large, good-looking, imperturbable woman, rather like the Venus of Milo, and she answered Parker’s questions in a cheerful, matter-of-fact tone, as though they had been about bandages or t…