He looked down at his hands, his mind busy. If she had looked him in the face when she said she hadn’t seen anyone he would have instantly believed her, but the fact she couldn’t meet his eyes made him doubt whether she were telling the truth.
He studied her. She was still staring down at the rug, her hands still clenched into small tight fists.
“Did you arrive at Miss Arnot’s place by car?” he asked quietly.
She looked up, startled, and her eyes told him she was searching for a trap in the question.
“I — I walked.”
“It’s a long walk. It must be three miles from the boulevard.”
She flushed.
“I — I like walking.”
“Did you see anyone as you were coming from Dead End on the sea road? Anyone in a car, Miss Coleman?”
“No.”