"Nothing."
There was a pause. James Layton waited quietly while the inspector finished off his notes. His face was a trifle paler than before, but he betrayed no sign of agitation.
"Now," resumed the inspector, "let us go back. You said that to your mind you had a right to interfere in Miss Manderson's engagement?"
"What had given you that right?"
"I am sorry," the young man returned courteously—"but I decline to answer that question."
"When and where did you first meet her?"
"I cannot tell you."
"You would be wiser to do so."
"Possibly."