“How long were you in the study before Dr. Whitlett arrived?” Mr. Sabin asked.
“Barely five minutes.”
It was odd, but Mr. Sabin seemed positively relieved.
“And Mr. Blatherwick,” he asked, “where was he all the time?”
“Who?” Wolfenden asked in surprise.
“Mr. Blatherwick—your father’s secretary,” Mr. Sabin repeated coolly; “I understood you to say that his name was Blatherwick.”
“I don’t remember mentioning his name at all,” Wolfenden said, vaguely disturbed.
Mr. Sabin addressed his ball with care and played it deliberately on to the green. Then he returned to the subject.
“I think that you must have done,” he said suavely, “or I should scarcely have known it. Was he in the room?”
“All the time,” Wolfenden answered.