"Oh yes, that's right! He's foreign, and ever such a pleasant-spoken gentleman! He was expected, you know. The doctor told me to make tea for two, because the Prince was coming to look at his bits of stuff that he dug up. Remains, that's what they are, and very valuable, I understand, though they look to me like a lot of rubbishy trash."
"Do you happen to remember when the Prince arrived?" asked Hemingway.
"Well, now, that's something I can answer!" said Mrs. Phelps, beaming at him. "Not that I'm generally much of a one for taking notice of the time, but I do remember that! It was just on five-to-five."
"It's queer how some things will stick in one's head, while others won't," said Hemingway conversationally. "I wonder what made you remember that?"
"I'll tell you just how it was," said Mrs. Phelps. "You see, it was Thompson's day off, and I was alone in the kitchen. So when the doctor was called out to a case, he shouted to me that he had to go out, but that he'd be back in time to receive the Prince."
"What time was the doctor called out?"
"Now, that I can't tell you, not happening to notice, but it can't have been much after half-past four, if as late, I shouldn't think, because it didn't seem long before I heard the front-door bell, and when I went to answer it, there was a foreign-looking gentleman. Of course, I guessed it was the Prince, for he had Miss Vicky's car, besides speaking in a foreign way. Well, naturally, I asked him to come in, and I told him about the doctor's being sent for. "He must have been kept," I said, "for he told me distinctly he'd be back before you arrived." Well, I was quite flustered, because it isn't every day you have a Prince coming to tea, and I don't pretend to know the way to behave towards people like that. "Oh, I am sorry the doctor's not back!" I said, because I thought he'd very likely take offence. "He'll be very put out," I said, "but your Highness knows how it is with doctors. I do hope you won't be offended," I said. Well, really, I'd no idea a prince would be as easy to explain anything to! "There's nothing in the world to worry about," he said, or something of the sort, for I wouldn't swear to his exact words. "It is I who am at fault," he said, with ever such a lovely smile. "I have made the journey more quickly than I expected, and I am before my time. I see that it is not yep five o'clock," he said. And he showed me his wrist-watch, just like anyone might, and it was five-to-five. It isn't likely I'd forget a thing like that! It was a lovely watch, too."
"And did you happen to compare his watch with one of the clocks in the house?" inquired the Inspector.
"Why, whatever should I do that for?" said Mrs. Phelps. "I'm sure I'd no reason to doubt the Prince's word! I just showed him into the doctor's sitting-room, and begged him to take a chair, and it can't have been more than ten minutes, or perhaps a quarter of an hour, before the doctor got back, though that I won't swear to."
"That's all I wanted to know," said the Inspector, and took his leave of her.