When he had gone away again, she asked, "What's your other question?"
I started to reply, but her expression looked entirely too smug. "What?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm just assuming you're going to ask about the curious incident of the dog in the nighttime."
"I don't think so," I said slowly, wondering what I was missing. "Do you mean Daphne? I–"
She laughed. "No, I'm referring to the teapot that never whistled. You remember, Roger said he'd put up the second pot of water, but it never did whistle." She shrugged. "Just another indication in Roger's direction. But if that wasn't your question, what was?"
"Pete remarked that he'd have been killed if Roger had been able to serve the coffee as he did the soda. But he couldn't, because we all went into the kitchen and served our own."
"We talked about that already."
"True, but here's what we didn't talk about. You were the one who suggested we go into the kitchen, instead of waiting for him to bring it to the table. Was that deliberate, did you know you were saving Pete's life, or was that just luck?"
She smiled. "Well, I know the answer to that, of course, but I think I'll reserve it."
Sometimes I wonder why I even ask those questions.