“Did you know the deceased?”
“I did. She was a gypsy, one of my tribe, a Lee.”
“When did you see the prisoner—Lord Clydesfold—last?”
“In Harkwood Spinney, the day of the murder.”
A rustle in the crowded court as people turned and looked at one another.
“At what time did you see him?”
“A little after four,” said Seth. “Say twenty minutes, half-an-hour.”
“Who was with him? The deceased?”
“She was.”
“Alive?”