He was silent, watching her. When she didn’t speak he shrugged and said, ‘You could, of course, give me any name you like.’

‘Not while you’re holding my passport,’ she replied.

He nodded and a glimmer of a smile flickered over his face.

‘You were trying to trip me up,’ she said furiously.

‘If I was, I didn’t succeed. Good.’

‘And if I had succeeded?’

‘Then I’d have been disappointed in you. As it is, you present me with a problem.’

‘You could have solved it in a moment this afternoon.’

‘That would have been impossible,’ he said heavily. ‘You know why.’

‘Liza. Yes, you couldn’t have done that to that poor little girl.’

‘And it’s left me in a very awkward position,’ he said, half angrily.

‘But you didn’t actually tell the police any lies.’

‘I can’t console myself with such nit-picking.’

‘So now you want to know all about me, and what I’m supposed to have done,’ she said, bracing herself.

His reply astonished her.

‘At this moment, the very last thing I want is to know all about you. I know that you are a decent person, incapable of evil.’

‘How can you know that?’

‘Because I’ve met a thousand criminals and I know the difference. You develop an instinct. My instinct tells me that at worst you involved yourself in some foolishness that you didn’t understand. And also,’ his voice slowed and he added reluctantly, ‘also because of the way Liza clung to you. That little girl’s instinct is even surer than mine. If you had a criminal heart she would never have turned to you and wept in your arms.’

Holly was silent, amazed. She would not have expected such insight from this man.

Suddenly he rounded on her. ‘Am I wrong?’ he asked sharply.

‘No,’ she said. ‘You’re not wrong.’

‘Good. Then I need to know a little about you, but let’s keep it to the minimum. Give me a rough idea, but no details and no names.’