‘About nine-thirty.’
‘What café did you lunch at in Charenton?’
‘I don’t remember. It was in a street about half-way between the station and the steamboat wharf, a rather poor place with an overhanging, half-timbered front.’
‘And what time was that?’
‘About one-thirty, I think. I am not sure.’
‘And from where did you telephone to your house and office?’
‘From the same café.’
‘About what time?’
‘About an hour later, say half-past two.’
‘Now, the café in the Place de la Bastille. Which one was it?’