was. How about that?”

 

Inspector Raglan wrote down something in his notebook.

 

“Well?” demanded Kent.

 

“Inquiries will be made,” said the inspector. “If you’ve spoken the truth, you

won’t have anything to complain about. What were you doing at Fernly Park

anyway?”

 

“Went there to meet some one.”

 

“Who?”

 

“That’s none of your business.”

 

“You’d better keep a civil tongue in your head, my man,” the superintendent

warned him.

 

“To hell with a civil tongue. I went there on my own business, and that’s all

there is to it. If I was clear away before the murder was done, that’s all that

concerns the cops.”

 

“Your name, it is Charles Kent,” said Poirot. “Where were you born?”