Guisborough glared at him, but after a few moments he said sullenly: "God knows!"
"I don't doubt that, my lord. If you can't remember perhaps Miss Guisborough can help me."
"Well, I shouldn't think I was much more than half an hour with Mrs. Haddington."
"Thank you. And when you left the house?"
Guisborough passed a hand across his brow, sweeping back the loose lock of black hair that drooped over one eye. "What a moment to choose to come and ask me conundrums!" he said fretfully. "Do you want me to remember the names of all the streets between here and Charles Street? Because I don't!"
"No, my lord, I don't want that at all. Did you take a taxi, or had you your own car, perhaps?"
"I suppose you think that just because I've got a title I'm one of the idle rich?" said Guisborough jeeringly. "Well, you're wrong! I walked!"
"All the way?"
"Yes, all the way! And if I didn't happen to like walking I should have taken a 'bus! If my - if anyone's been telling you that the title makes any difference to me, it's a damned lie!"
At this moment the door opened to admit Trix Guisborough, who stood leaning against it, and demanded how much longer the Chief Inspector meant to keep her brother away from the party. "Just as little time as I need, miss - CoMr..ade, I should say!"