I lingered, thinking that perhaps the girl would say more. Her next question surprised me.
“When do they think the murder was done? Just before ten o’clock?”
“That is the idea,” I said. “Between a quarter to ten and the hour.”
“Not earlier? Not before a quarter to ten?”
I looked at her attentively. She was so clearly eager for a reply in the affirmative.
“That’s out of the question,” I said. “Miss Ackroyd saw her uncle alive at a quarter to ten.”
She turned away, and her whole figure seemed to droop.
“A handsome girl,” I said to myself as I drove off. “An exceedingly handsome girl.”
Caroline was at home. She had had a visit from Poirot and was very pleased and important about it.
“I am helping him with the case,” she explained.