"What does that mean, Mr. Guest?
"Well —" Guest shifted the pipe to the corner of his mouth —"The General wasn't just the type of man I get on very good terms with."
"Yet you stay in his house?"
"Oh yes!" said Guest with equanimity.
Harding looked at him for a moment; there was nothing to be learned from that square, contained face. Stephen Guest returned the look, and continued to puff at his pipe. "Will you now describe to me, as accurately as you can, what your movements were after twelve o'clock yesterday morning?" Stephen Guest reflected. "That would be about the time the General came in with Mrs. Halliday, wouldn't it? I was on the terrace."
"Was anyone with you?"
"Yes, Miss Fawcett joined me there."
"Mr. Halliday was not on the terrace?"
"Halliday went into the billiard-room shortly before Miss Fawcett turned up."
"When did you leave the terrace, Mr. Guest?"