“As you wish,” Kenneth said.
“Don't throw him over, Giles!” Antonia begged, a catch in her voice. “Please , please don't desert us.”
His face softened; he said more gently: “I shan't do that, Tony. But I can't handle a case where I'm kept in the dark.”
“All very moving,” remarked Kenneth. “So far I haven't asked you to handle my case. Supposing someone in my party did lose sight of me for half an hour? Have you ever danced at the Albert Hall? It's a largish sort of place, you know.”
“Yes, and we sat out a good bit,” Leslie said.
Antonia looked anxiously at Giles. “You think he's in a mess, Giles?”
“I know he's in a mess.”
“Any fool could see that,” said Kenneth contemptuously. “First I kill Arnold, then Roger turns up, so naturally I have to kill him as well. All for filthy lucre too. Take that worried look off your face, Tony; there's no evidence.”
“There's your pipe,” she pointed out.
“They won't hang me on that,” he answered.