I interposed.
“I saw you give the I.O.U. to Prescott—I was standing by the French doors.”
Baddeley flashed an angry look at me.
“You didn’t tell me that, Mr. Cunningham,” he remonstrated.
I “finessed.” “I told you Prescott won money,” I argued. “I couldn’t think of everything on the spur of the moment.”
Anthony intervened.
“That’s all right, Bill. The Inspector understands that.”
Baddeley, however, had not finished with Lieutenant Barker.
“When you had handed your I.O.U. over, what did you do?”
Again I imagined that I detected a certain hesitation in his answer.