Hadley tapped his fingers slowly on the desk.
`Now, take your time, Parker. I want you to remember everything that happened after Mr Driscoll arrived. Try to remember conversations, if you can… First, what was his manner? Nervous? Upset?'
`Very nervous and upset, sir.' 'And how was he dressed?'
`Cloth cap, light-brown golf suit, worsted stockings, club tie, sir. No overcoat. He asked for Mr Dalrye. I said Mr Dalrye had gone to his rooms in response to his own message. He then demonstrated incredulity. He used strong language, at which I was forced to say, "Mr Driscoll, sir,"
I said, "I talked to you myself." I said, "When I answered the telephone you thought I was Mr Dalrye; and you said all in a rush, `Look here, you've got to help me out I can't come down now,' and — `That's what you said'."' Parker cleared his throat. `I explained that to him, sir.'
`What did he say?'
'He said, "How long has Mr Dalrye been gone?" I told him about fifteen' minutes. And he said, "Was he in the car?" and I said "Yes," and he said — excuse me, sir,’ "Oh, my God! that's not long enough to drive up there on a foggy day." But, anyway, he went to the telephone and rang up his own flat.' There was no, answer. He said to get him, a drink, which I did. And while I was getting it I noticed that he kept looking out of the window…. ‘
Hadley- opened his half-closed eyes. `Window? What window?'
`The window of the little room where Mr Dalrye works, sir, in the east wing of the King's House.'
'What can you see from there?'