"Had you not better tell me exactly what happened?" he suggested.
"I did tell you. I think I've made the Superintendent realise that it would be no use asking me to identify the man I saw, but -'
Just a moment, Helen. It is time we understood one another. Did you,, in fact, recognise that man?"
"No!" she said quickly. "I never saw his face."
"But you have some idea, haven't you, who he was?"
She said in a low voice: "If I had I shouldn't tell a soul. You can be sure of that."
"In that case, there does not seem to be much point in pursuing the matter further," he said. "The only advice I can possibly give you, as things are, is to keep calm, and to say as little as you can." He picked up his pen again, but after writing a couple of lines, said, without looking up: "By the way, have you any objection to telling me why Neville Fletcher came to see you on the night of the murder?"
She gave an uncontrollable start, and faltered: "How do you know? Who told you?"
"Baker saw him leave the premises, and mentioned it to me this morning."
"Do you encourage the servants to report to you who visits me?"