Part 13 (1/2)

Yes.

What time? snapped Stute.

Well, said the publican sarcastically, not knowing that he had just done someone in, or was just going to do someone in, I never made a special note of the time. But I can tell you it wasn't many minutes after I'd opened at six o'clock.

Say 6.10? Stute asked.

Round about then.

And? What did he say?

What did he say? He said a double Scotch and a splash, if you want to know.

Nothing else?

Nothing much. He mentioned he'd just seen someone off on the six o'clock train.

Oh, he mentioned that. Did he say who it was?

No.

Did he look normal?

Normal?

Did he look himself, I mean? Anything unusual about him?

He was quiet. Very quiet.

Nothing else?

No.

Do you know if he came on his motor-bike?

Yes. I heard him start it up afterwards.

Where did he leave it?

Well, I haven't got a proper parking place. And rather than leave it in the road, I suppose, he put it down the alley beside the house.

Where does that lead to?

Down to the river.

I see. What was he wearing?

He had on all his motor-biking kit. Black oilskin stuff and a cap over his ears.

Thanks Mr. Sawyer. Come along, Sergeant. We haven't time to waste.