‘Then damn well get to the point.’ Reggie’s face was flushed in anger.
‘I’ve nothing to say.’ Jasmine folded her arms. ‘As you point out, Bintang is dead. I didn’t see him. I was with my friend, Barbara Appleton in the cellar while they were fighting the fire.’
‘I’ve already talked to Miss Appleton. She was extremely cooperative. She happened to tell me you were not with her in the cellar. Rather upset about that actually. Says you ran off and abandoned her. Presumably to meet your native.’ He reached again for the wanted poster. ‘Are you a communist sympathiser, Miss Barrington? Or do your sympathies extend only to that particular one? Were you having a s****l relationship with him?’
Reggie leapt to his feet. ‘Look here, Ellis. I don’t care whether you’re a bloody officer, you are not
