"Car door again, motor started, same buzzy noise, and then the car came into the driveway—it had just the dimmer lights on, I remember—and that's when Herb turned on the porch light. It was that little German car of hers, and she—"
"A moment. You're positive of the car? You read the license plate, or something like that?"
"No, sir, I never memorized her license number, but I knew the car, the shape, and the maroon color. Anyhow C'lista herself was driving it, I could see her face in the porch light, just as plain. Alone, she was."
"Did she call to you, or wave?"
"No, sir, just backed for the turn and scooted off again, direction of Winchester."
"Was Dr. Chalmers standing in the porch light?"
"We were both in plain sight, Mr. Hunter. That porch light, it's real bright, lights up everything."
"When had you last seen Callista Blake before that appearance in the driveway Sunday evening?"
"Evening before. Saturday. She came out to the house, about 8:30."
"An ordinary visit?"