P.C. Bloke addressed himself to Roger.
“D’you remember anythin’ ’appenin,’ sir, during your drive?”
With goggling eyes, Roger assured the ceiling that he could recall nothing.
“It was a most—most uneventful progress,” he added thickly.
A deeper tinge of colour stole into Virginia’s cheeks.
P.C. Bloke frowned and fingered his chin.
“Nothing at all, sir?” he ventured.
Not daring to trust his voice, Captain Chase shook his head.
Rosemary cleared her throat.
“Perhaps,” she said slowly, “—it’s nothing to do with me—but perhaps if the constable could give you some sort of idea of what he wants to know . . .”