The man looked at her edgily. Alarm moved inside him at her directness. From past experience he was aware that no one ever made a fool of the Signorina Christina. His answer was evasive. “Si, Signor Chadwell, he gave me the night off. I answer to no one else, Signorina.”
Christy chewed at her lower lip indecisively. “All right, so you say Signor Chadwell gave you the night off, but you must remember the girl he was with a day or so before his death. I knew Chadwell well enough to realise he wouldn’t allow anyone he didn’t know beforehand into this joint. You were his servant, you must have met her at some time or other.”
Again the man edged uncomfortably. Christy tensing, aware she had touched on something here, felt rather than saw Jimmy grip her arm swiftly. There was an ill concealed
