“The interview?”
“Yes, the interview between you and Mr. Ackroyd in the study?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Twenty minutes? Half an hour?”
“Something like that.”
“Not longer?”
“Not longer than half an hour, certainly.”
“Thank you, mademoiselle.”
I looked curiously at him. He was rearranging a few objects on the table, setting them straight with precise fingers. His eyes were shining.
“That’ll do,” said the inspector.