“At what hour?”
“Precisely the hour specified by our clever detective.”
“What did you go there for, Kenneth?”
“Private affairs.”
“Luckily I can interpret that,” said Giles. “You went to see if Violet Williams was there, didn't you?”
Kenneth flushed. “What a lively imagination you have!”
“Was she there?”
“She was not.”
“Quite sure of that?”
“Quite.”