Lizzie spoke up eagerly. "Yes, miss. Cook and me was havin' our supper in the kitchen, miss--"
"Where was Arthur?--He's our chauffeur-gardener," explained Dorothy to Bill.
"It's Arthur's night off, miss. He went to the movies--said he'd get a bite at the lunch wagon in the village, though why a man should want to eat hot dogs and such trash with honest-to-goodness vittles waiting for him at home is more than--"
"Never mind that now, Lizzie.--You and cook were eating supper--?"
"Yes, miss. We was just finishin' when we heard a car pass the house on its way out to the garage. I thought it might be Arthur, back in the Ford for some supper. Cook said--"
"Oh, Lizzie, please! What happened then?"
"Why, a man came to the back door and asked for the key to the garage. Said as how he had orders to fix the Packard."
"What time was that?"
"About five minutes after we heard the car drive out here, miss."
"No--I mean the time of day."