Jack, assisted by Arkwright, retailed the whole story again.
“Come and show me the exact places you occupied when the shots were fired.”
He accompanied Jack Considine along the path that led to the tennis courts.
“You walked straight along with Arkwright, you say?”
“I’ll tell you when we come to the trees where he stopped to light up,” replied Jack.
“Right,” replied Anthony. “That’s what I want you to.”
They walked on. Then Considine stopped and pointed.
“Arkwright fell behind just here and sidled up to that tree for shelter.”
Anthony walked to the tree. He looked round. “All in order, Considine,” he shouted. “Here’s the match he threw away.”
He quickly rejoined his companion.