They could get no more out of him than that. He walked up and down the studio, his hands in his pockets and his pipe clenched between his teeth. “It's possible they may arrest me,” he said, frowning.
Giles, who had moved to the desk, and was flicking over the pages of the telephone directory, glanced up. “More than that.”
“Very well, more than that. You ought to know. But it isn't enough if they prove I left the Albert Hall during the dance. They must prove I went to see Roger, and that they can't do.”
Giles, having apparently found what he was looking for, shut the directory and laid it down. “Think it over,” he advised. “And don't overlook the fact that no one has so strong a motive as you for murdering Arnold, and then Roger. I'm going now, but if you come to your senses, ring me up!”
“What, with a full confession?” jibed Kenneth.
Giles did not answer. Antonia went out with him, and at the front door detained him for a few moments. “Giles , it's getting worse. I'm dead sure he was with Roger last night. You can always tell when Kenneth's lying. He does it so badly. What will happen if they find it out?”
“Tony, my dear, I don't know, because I've no idea when he went there, or what he did there. But things are going to look remarkably ugly if he's caught out in a lie. Everything points to him already.”
“Yes, I can see that, but I don't believe he did it all the same,” she replied. “I wish Leslie hadn't nipped in with that alibi before he had time to speak. I think she's queered his pitch.” She paused, and then said in a troubled way: “There's one rather horrid thing, Giles. I don't know whether you've thought of it. If Kenneth didn't do it - who could have? Nobody else had any reason to kill Roger.”
“Yes, I have thought of it,” he said curtly.
“I expect a jury would too?” she suggested, raising her eyes to his face.