“Was the visit you made to the wine-vault on the evening of the second of December, the first one you had ever paid there?”
“No; I had been there once before. But I always paid for my depredations,” he added, proudly.
“The categorical answer, Mr. Cumberland. Anything else is superfluous.”
Arthur’s lip curled, but only for an instant; and nothing could have exceeded the impassiveness of his manner as Mr. Fox went on.
“Then you knew the way?”
“Perfectly.”
“And the lock?”
“Sufficiently well to open it without difficulty.”
“How long do you think you were in entering the house and procuring these bottles?”
“I cannot say. I have no means of knowing; I never thought of looking at my watch.”