Q. How was he dressed?
A. I can’t say, sir. I never looked; it’s only a hazy sort of impression.
Q. Was he far ahead?
A. He may have been—very far; or perhaps it was only the shadows. I shouldn’t like to swear there was any one at all.
Q. You have heard the witness Henstridge’s evidence. Are you sure you are not borrowing from it the idea of this second figure, a sort of simulacrum of yourself?
A. Well, I may be, unconscious as it were. I can’t state anything for certain.
Q. Were you walking fast as you got near the inn?
A. I dare say I was—fast for me. (Laughter.) What with one thing and another, my throat was as dry as tinder.
Q. Did you stop, or linger, for any purpose when approaching the inn?
A. Not that I can remember. I may have. What happened afterwards has put all that out of my head.