"Bloody cheek! Mrs. Haddington didn't like me taking her daughter out to dance last night, that's all. Silly old trout!"
"Was there any sort of a quarrel between you, my lord?"
"Like hell there was! If you want to know, did I slam out of the house? Yes, I did! And if that's a crime, it's the first I've heard of it!"
"At what time would that have been, my lord?"
The wary look was deepening. "No idea! Why?" "Perhaps you can tell me, my lord, when it was that you entered the house?"
A frown of intense concentration descended on Guisborough's brow. After a moment for consideration, he replied: "About a quarter-to-six, I think."
"Was anyone else present when you arrived?" 'Butterwick. Passed me on the stairs."
"Thank you, my lord. And how long do you think you may have been with Mrs. Haddington?"
"You don't think I kept my eye on the clock, do you? I don't know."
"Where did you go when you left Charles Street, my lord?" said Hemingway.