“This man can’t tell you.”
A jerk of Hexford’s thumb in Zadok’s direction emphasised this statement.
“But I’m going to talk to him, for all that.”
“He wasn’t here that night; he was at a dance. He only knows that the mare was out.”
“But I’m going to talk to him.”
“May I come in, too? I’ll not interrupt. I’ve just fifteen minutes to spare.”
“You can do as you please. I’ve nothing to hide—from you, at any rate.”
Which wasn’t quite true; but Sweetwater wasn’t a stickler for truth, except in the statements he gave his superiors.
Hexford threw open the stable-door, and they both walked in. The coachman was not visible, but they could hear him moving about above, grumbling to himself in none too encouraging a way.
Evidently he was in no mood for visitors.