“Do you know why I am asking these questions?” Conrad said gently, his eyes on her face.
“I — I suppose it’s because of Miss Arnot’s death.”
“That’s right: because of her murder.”
He saw her flinch, and bite her under-lip.
“What did you do when you left Miss Arnot?”
“Why, I came away.”
“Did you walk down the drive?”
“Yes.”
Conrad took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands. The next question would decide Maurer’s fate.
“While you were in the grounds of the estate, did you see anyone, apart from the guard or Miss Arnot?”