Neville blinked at him. "Policeman in the hall. I didn't want him to know I was going out. It would have put unsuitable ideas into his head - same sort of ideas that you're toying with now, which all goes to show that policemen have very dirty minds. Because I'm innocent. In fact, I had to go and confer with an accomplice."
"You… Now, look here, sir!"
Sally interrupted to say: "I hand it to you; you're as clever as stink, Neville."
"Don't be coarse, precious: the Sergeant isn't mealymouthed, but he doesn't like to hear young women being vulgar."
"What I'd like to hear," said the Sergeant, "is the truth of this story you're trying to gammon me with!"
"Of course you would," said Neville sympathetically. "And just because I like you, I'll tell you. I went round by stealth to tell Mrs. North that my uncle had been murdered."
The Sergeant's jaw dropped. "You went round to tell - And why, may I ask?"
"Well, obviously it was important to her to know, on account of her sordid financial transactions with Uncle Ernie," explained Neville.
"So you knew about that, did you, sir?"
"Yes, didn't I make that clear? I was her accomplice."