“Nevertheless, Mr Vereker, I must ask you to cast your mind back to the day you landed, and tell me just what you did.”
Roger sighed, but he seemed to be more or less resigned to the necessity of answering, and said in a weary voice: “Well, I came to London. Naturally. What else should I do?”
“On the Friday?”
“If you've been making a lot of inquiries, you must know as well as I do that we didn't dock till late,” said Roger.
“Certainly I know it, but you could still have journeyed to London that day.”
“Well, I didn't. I don't like night travel. Never did. Some people sleep better on a train than anywhere. All I can say is, I don't.”
“When did you come to London, then?”
“Next day, of course. But it's no use asking me what time the train got in, because I don't remember. I had lunch on it.”
“And when you arrived in London, what did you do?”
Roger thought this over for a moment, and then asked: “Do you know what I did?”