“Were you on good terms with him?”
“Quite,” said Randall indifferently.
“Intimate terms, Mr Matthews?”
Randall looked at him through his lashes. “I shall have to ask you to construe, my dear Superintendent.”
“Let me put it this way: were you in his confidence?”
“I shouldn't think so,” replied Randall. “There is just that indefinable something about me which does not lead my family to confide in me.”
“You cannot tell me, then, whether he had any enemies?”
“No,” said Randall softly. “And I cannot tell you whether he had any friends either.”
“Oh!” Hannasyde cast him a shrewd glance under his brows. “Do you know of anyone who had any reason to wish him dead?”
“Other than myself?” asked Randall.