"And they did not pass your cottage?"
"No, sir, I'm sure of that."
"Did you hear anything else?"
"Well, sir"—the woman fidgeted uneasily, "I thought—but I shouldn't like to swear to it—not on the Bible—but I fancied I 'eard a cry."
"What sort of a cry? Was it a man or a woman's?"
"I really couldn't say—and perhaps what I 'eard was not a cry at all——"
"Well, well—this is most important. A motor-car that is driven at half-past eleven at night to the foot of a lane which leads nowhere but to the castle grounds, and then returns in the direction it came from—very extraordinary—very. We must look into this," exclaimed the coroner.
And with this the inquest was adjourned.