‘I felt wakeful, and thought a stroll would be pleasant. I walked across Paris; to the Place de la Bastille by the rue de Rivoli, and back to the hotel by the Grands Boulevards.’
‘Did you meet any one you knew?’
‘No, not that I can recall.’
‘I am afraid this is important, Mr. Felix. Think again. Is there no one that could testify to meeting you on this walk? No waiter or other official, for example?’
‘No,’ said Felix, after a pause, ‘I don’t think I spoke to a soul, and I certainly did not enter a café.’
‘You say you returned to London next day. Did you meet any one on the journey you knew?’
‘Yes, but it will be no help to me. I met Miss Gladys Devine on the Folkestone boat. But she cannot confirm this. As you must know, she died suddenly a week later.’
‘Miss Gladys Devine? Not the celebrated Miss Devine, the actress?’
‘The same. I have met her at supper parties in Paris.’
‘But you must be able to get confirmation of that? So well known a lady would be recognised wherever she went. But perhaps you visited her private cabin?’