As if the thought had been transferred, Lloyd said: ‘By the way, if the Kenrick boy was travelling as Charles Martin, how has he been identified as Kenrick?’
‘I travelled on that train to Scoone. I saw him when he was dead, and grew interested in some verse he had been scribbling.’
‘Scribbling? On what?’
‘On a blank bit of an evening paper,’ Grant said, wondering why it should matter what Kenrick had been writing on.
‘Oh.’
‘I was on holiday, with nothing else to do, so I amused myself with the clues provided.’
‘You played detective.’
‘Yes.’
‘What is your profession, Mr Grant?’
‘I’m a Civil Servant.’