"And he didn't let out he'd been to Claxton."
Mary gave a regular jump. Somehow she'd never guessed that.
"You hadn't heard it," says the policeman.
"No," says she, looking quiet still, for all she was upset. "What makes you think he went to Claxton?"
"I know he did. He was seen," says the policeman.
"What time?" Mary asked.
"Just before dark, in a lane near the line."
"Near the station?" says Mary; and he nodded.
"I can't think why he shouldn't have told me," says Mary, thinking out aloud.
"Something he wanted to hide, that's plain," says the policeman.