“October 24th,” she said, turning over the pages. “October 24th—here it is—oh yes, I was here till quite late that evening—look.” She showed him the diary; under the date, October 24th, were written, in a bold, clear hand, the words: “Captain W. and Chairman discussed Annual Report a. m. Typed draft till 7.”
“You were here till seven?”
“I was, for my sins—and no overtime.”
“Was anyone here with you?”
“Not after six. Smithers and Varle, the two clerks leave then. After that I was alone.”
“Did anyone see you leave?”
“Canting may have—the hall-porter. He’s generally about—but he’d hardly remember the day.”
“Nobody else?”
“I don’t think so. I’m afraid you’ll have to take my word for it—or not.”
“Thank you, Miss Saverel; now just one thing more. Would you mind telling me where you live?”