"I hope so. Then, I was sure I was right. Well, I couldn't think of anything coherently, but when you started asking me about the libel case and if I knew Surbonadier at Cambridge I thought: 'He's been sent to ask that. Alleyn thinks I'll be off my guard with Nigel.' I can't tell you how awful I felt. No—let me go on. So I half lied. I said I didn't know Arthur well in those days. It wasn't true—I did know him pretty well for a short time—before I realised quite how unpleasant he was. I was younger than he, and perhaps even more of an ass than most youths. I thought it thrillingly daring and sort of 'draining life to the dregs' kind of thing, when he asked me to a heroin party."

"Good Lord!" apostrophised Nigel.

"Yes. I only went once and it was quite beastly. I didn't take nearly as much as the others, and it didn't have a great effect. I probably offered more resistance. Next morning I felt I'd made a fool of myself, and I thought I'd make a clean break. So I called on Surbonadier to tell him so. I wanted to put it straight. He was still pretty dopey, and inclined to be maudlin. He began to confide in me. He told me things about his uncle and—and he talked about Stephanie Vaughan." Gardener stopped speaking, hesitated, and then said: