“No,” said Kenneth. “I'm not. I want a word in private with my cousin.”
“Certainly,” Hannasyde replied.
“Come to my room, will you?” Kenneth said to Giles.
“I've no intention of running away, Superintendent, so you needn't worry.”
Giles followed him out of the studio and across the little hall to his bedroom. He shut the door and watched Kenneth sit down on the end of his bed. Kenneth had a taut look about him, and when he spoke it was a little jerkily.
“Go on! You're my solicitor. What do I do now?”
“Keep your mouth shut,” answered Giles without hesitation. “Were you at Roger's flat last night, or were you not?”
A faint smile flickered in Kenneth's eyes. “Wouldn't you like to know?”
“If I don't know, I tell you in all seriousness, Kenneth, I won't touch your case.”
Kenneth shrugged. “I haven't needed you so far, but it looks as though I may. I was in Roger's flat.”