“Well, she didn’t come back. I must have waited for nearly an hour and a half. Then, as it was past tea-time, I walked over to the house alone.”
“Now, sitting down here, you couldn’t see anybody walking along the cliff top, or they you, unless they happened to walk right over the top of this bank at the back here?”
“No.”
“As a matter of fact, did anybody pass while you were here?”
“No, not a soul.”
Roger frowned. “That’s a pity. That means you can’t actually prove that you were here during that time, can you?”
“If Miss Cross says she was here,” Anthony put in warmly, “then she was here. That ought to be good enough for anyone.”
“Except a court of law, Anthony. Courts of law are nasty, suspicious things, I’m afraid. By the way, did Mrs. Vane ever get to the Russells’ house, Miss Cross?”
“No, she didn’t; that’s the extraordinary thing. In fact nobody seems to have seen her at all from the time she left me to the time her body was found.”
“It’s a nasty gap,” Roger commented thoughtfully. “Isn’t it rather curious that she should have been about here all that time without being seen? Aren’t there usually plenty of people in the neighbourhood?”