Diana August. From what Aldous had seen thus far, she was nothing but a weeping woman with little intellectual substance. Nevertheless, he didn't give her the evil eye that he did most people. Mostly because he felt slightly bad for her.
He decided to be polite and calm, and over-analyze every single word she spoke.
"Who are you?" she asked, resting her hand on her hip, trying her best to look strong and independent.
Aldous's smile weakened. "I have just told you, my dear, that I am Aldous Bayard."
"I heard you," she said with a wry smile, "I suppose I'm asking, what are you doing here?"
Aldous nodded. "Your husband was just murdered. Why do you think I'm here?"
"I see. What about my husband's murder?"
"Whoever killed your husband had no personal attachment to him."
Diana raised her left eyebrow. "And you know this, how?"
Aldous chuckled to himself. He put out his arm and rested his hand on her shoulder. He pulled her close to him and whispered, "There were three other murders by the same person."
Diana shrugged. "How do you know that the murders aren't connected somehow?"
"They are connected, but there was no personal attachment."
"How do you know that?"
"It was a serial killer of some sort."
"And how do you know that?"
Aldous shook his head. "Madam, that is of no concern to you. I am only here to see if you can assist me in answering a query I've had for the past hour and a half."
"And that is?"
Aldous sighed. "Was your husband ever involved in an affair?"
Diana's jaw dropped in shock. "How dare---of course not!"
"I see, I see. Was he a very loyal husband?"
Diana's eyes were wet. "The most loyal man on earth."
"I highly doubt that madam, but I can appreciate your enthusiasm."
Diana frowned slightly. "Are we done here?"
"Yes, I believe we are."
Aldous turned and walked out the door.
"Wait," Diana snapped as Aldous prepared to close the door.
Diana cleared her throat. "Do you think you'll find whoever did this?"
Aldous nodded confidently. "I'll do my best, but that's all I can assure you of."
Diana nodded thoughtfully.
Aldous closed the door. He walked over to his horse, Mrs. Bayard as he called her, and climbed into the saddle.
The door to the house opened again. Diana dashed out of the house and up to Aldous. "Sir, can I ask a favor of you?"
He didn't reply.
"I'd like to help you. Help you catch the murderer."