“Who could have been with him at half-past nine?” queried the inspector. “It wasn’t you, Mr.—er——”
“Major Blunt,” I said.
“Major Hector Blunt?” asked the inspector, a respectful tone creeping into his voice.
Blunt merely jerked his head affirmatively.
“I think we’ve seen you down here before, sir,” said the inspector. “I didn’t recognize you for the moment, but you were staying with Mr. Ackroyd a year ago last May.”
“June,” corrected Blunt.
“Just so, June it was. Now, as I was saying, it wasn’t you with Mr. Ackroyd at nine-thirty this evening?”
Blunt shook his head.
“Never saw him after dinner,” he volunteered.
The inspector turned once more to Raymond.