“But the storm came from the west. It should have beaten against your back.”
“Back or front, it bothered me. I could not get on as fast as I wished.”
Mr. Fox cast a look at the jury. Did they remember the testimony of the landlord that Mr. Cumberland’s coat was as thickly plastered with snow on the front as it had been on the back. He seemed to gather that they did, for he went on at once to say:
“You are accustomed to the links? You have crossed them often?”
“Yes, I play golf there all summer.”
“I’m not alluding to the times when you play. I mean to ask whether or not you had ever before crossed them directly to Cuthbert Road?”
“Yes, I had.”
“In a storm?”
“No, not in a storm.”
“How long did it take you that time to reach Cuthbert Road from The Whispering Pines?”