“No, I forgot I'd written it,” said Kenneth. “I didn't forget that I wanted to wring his neck. My memory's not as bad as that.”
“I see. Am I to understand that this violent desire persisted?”
Giles made a slight movement of protest, but Kenneth spoke before he could be stopped. “More or less, whenever I happened to think about him. But it was only a beautiful dream. I couldn't have pulled it off. Arnold was too beefy for me to tackle single-handed.”
There was an infinitesimal pause. Then the Superintendent said: “I see. I think you said you are engaged to be married?” Kenneth nodded. “Have you been engaged long, Mr Vereker?”
“Three months, more or less.”
“When do you mean to be married, if I may ask?”
“I think you mayn't, Superintendent,” said Giles, shifting his shoulders against the mantelpiece.
“You must advise your client as you see fit, Mr Carrington, but it is a question that will be asked,” Hannasyde said.
“Let him ask me anything he likes,” said Kenneth. vI don't mind. I haven't got any feeling against the police. I don't know when I'm going to be married. My betrothed has religious scruples.”
“Has what?” asked Hannasyde, startled.