“You can't be sick yet, darling. Rudolph's going to make a full confession.”
Mesurier's eyes were fixed on Giles's face, but at this he veiled them suddenly, and put a hand to his breast-pocket and drew out his cigarette-case. He opened it, took out a cigarette, and put it between his lips. There was a match-box on the table, and he walked over to pick it up. “Yes,” he said, lighting his cigarette. “You're quite right. I did see Vereker after he was dead.”
“You just happened to be passing that way,” nodded Kenneth.
“No, I went down to Ashleigh Green on purpose to see him. When I got to the village my headlights lit up the stocks. I didn't know it was Arnold then. I got out and went to inspect.”
“And finding it was Arnold, came home again.”
“Well, why not?” demanded Antonia. “If Arnold was dead there was no point in staying.”
“He might have tried to do something,” Violet said in a low voice. “He might have called for help.”
“A womanly thought, sweetheart. Rudolph, why didn't you?”
“I didn't want to get mixed up in it. I saw there was nothing to be done.”
“What time was all this?” inquired Giles.