“When you went into the kitchen, Mr. Cumberland, to get the stable-door key, was the gas lit, or did you have to light it?”
“It—it was lit, I think.”
“Don’t you know?”
“It was lit, but turned low. I could see well enough.”
“Why, then, didn’t you take both keys?”
“Both keys?”
“You have said you went down town by the short cut through your neighbour’s yard. That cut is guarded by a door, which was locked that night. You needed the key to that door more than the one to the stable. Why didn’t you take it?”
“I—I did.”
“You haven’t said so.”
“I—I took it when I took the other.”