Giles sighed. “When did you get home?”
“Oh, somewhere about three or four, I suppose. I didn't notice the time.”
“And you can't think of anyone who saw you come in or out of the cinema, or on your way to Richmond, and who would be able to recognise you? Didn't you meet a policeman?”
“No, I don't think so. One or two cars passed, but I don't remember meeting anyone.”
“In fact, not one word of this story can you prove,” said Giles.
“No,” replied Kenneth blandly, “and not one word of it can the police disprove.”
Chapter Six
Giles's car drew up outside Arnold Vereker's house in Eaton Place just as Superintendent Hannasyde ascended the stone steps. The Superintendent turned, and when he saw Giles get out of the car, smiled, and said: “Good-morning, Mr Carrington. You're very punctual.”
“It saves trouble, don't you think?” said Giles. “Have you rung?”
“Not yet,” replied Hannasyde, pressing the electric button.