“Where?”
“Where I was for one place.”
“They asked you about me?”
He nodded. “They asked Agnes Ertyle, too.”
“Why?”
“That’s what I came here to find out. What’re you up to now?”
He knew nothing, Ruth was sure, about George Byrne. Whatever knowledge was in the hands of those who questioned him, he knew nothing more than the fact of the inquiry.
“It’s because I’ve applied for permission to go to Switzerland, I suppose,” Ruth said.
“To go where?” he questioned.
She repeated it.