Poole laughed.
“Perhaps”; he said, “but it might have been a trial run. What I really wanted to see you about was a piece of routine work that I ought to have done before—as a matter of fact I’ve been ragged by my chief for not doing it. In a case of this kind we always ask everybody closely connected with it for an account of their movements at the time that—that is in question. May I have yours?”
Inez looked at him steadily for some seconds before speaking.
“I see,” she said, speaking slowly. “Yes, I think I understand. I had been to tea with an old governess down at Putney. I’ll give you her address so that you can confirm it; I got there a little before five and left some time after six.” She sat down at her writing table and scribbled on a piece of paper.
“Did you go in your car?”
Inez looked up in surprise.
“How did you know I’d got a car?”
“You’d be very exceptional if you hadn’t. Is it a two-seater?”
“It is—why?”
“Coupé?”