"No."
"Yet it brought you across Europe to Craven's house?"
"Well—to the back of his house! I expected to meet my man on the river."
"Was that how you missed him more or less?"
"I suppose it was."
Scruton ruminated a little, broke into his offensive laugh, and checked it instantly of his own accord. "This is really interesting," he croaked. "You get to London—at what time was it?"
"Nominally three twenty-five; but the train ran thirteen minutes late," said Hilton Toye.
"And you're on the river by what time?" Scruton asked Cazalet.
"I walked over Hungerford Bridge, took the first train to Surbiton, got a boat there, and just dropped down with the stream. I don't suppose the whole thing took me very much more than an hour."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" said Toye.