Grinding his teeth, Savage pushed the paper back over the table. 'Yes or no, Mr Summerby,' he pushed forcefully. 'It's a simple question - is this all there is?'
He snorted at the idea of Veritaserum, as it was obvious that Summerby could resist its effects. 'We're checking your alibi as we speak, Mr Summerby, as are we checking your wands, we need an answer on this and then we'll decide on the next course of action.'
Which he hoped would mean Mr Summerby behind lock and key, he was convinced the bastard was guilty.