“I was just trying to remember,” said Guy. “I don't think—”
“Yes, he did,” said Miss Matthews suddenly. “Speaking to you reminded me of it, Guy. He had a small whiskey, and he said that when he asked for a small one he didn't mean he wanted it drowned in soda. And you said the syphon was rather "up." Don't you remember?”
“Was that the night he died?” asked Guy, frowning.
“Yes, I believe it was.”
“Did you pour out his drink for him, Mr Matthews?”
“Yes. I often did,” Guy answered.
“At about what time did he have the whiskey?”
“Oh, I don't know! The usual time, I think. Round about half-past ten.”
“Do you know when he went up to bed?”
“No, I was in the billiard-room with my sister.”