Here was an opening. Bobsy accepted it as such.
“At what time did you leave the Stannard house that night?”
“I don’t know, really. One doesn’t note hours when not on business matters. It must have been between eleven and half-past. That’s as near as I can come to it. Why?”
The last word was shot at him, and Bobsy almost jumped.
“It is my duty to ask,” he said coolly. “At what time did you reach home? I suppose you don’t know that, either.”
“I do not. But I didn’t come home at once——”
“Yes, I know; you sat on a bench on the Folly lawn. Were you in evening togs, Mr. Courtenay?”
“I was.”
“Had you on a hat?”
Eugene Courtenay started. But he answered at once: “Not a hat. I wore a cap over there. I often do when I go to a neighbour’s.”