“Where did you first meet Colonel Menendez?” he asked.
“I never met him in my life.”
“What’s that?”
Colin Camber merely shrugged his shoulders.
“I will repeat my question,” said the Inspector, pompously. “Where did you first meet Colonel Juan Menendez?”
“I have answered you, Inspector.”
“Oh, I see. You decline to answer that question. Very well, I will make a note of this.” He did so. “And now,” said he, “what were you doing at midnight last night?”
“I was writing.”
“Where?”
“Here.”