“Where were you then?”
“Coming up the drive. I was just in sight of the house.”
“Nobody left the house by the front door after the shot?”
Antony closed his eyes and considered.
“Nobody,” he said. “No.”
“You’re certain of that?”
“Absolutely,” said Antony, as though rather surprised that he could be suspected of a mistake.
“Thank you. You’re at ‘The George,’ if I want you?”
“Mr. Gillingham is staying here until after the inquest,” explained Cayley.
“Good. Well now, about these servants?”