"Not to commit a crime," retorted Desmond coolly, "but only to arrange some papers for my cousin--he had gone down to Shoreham by the ten minutes past nine train."
"Did you see him off?"
"No."
"Then how did you know he went?"
"Because he said he was going."
"With Lady Balscombe?"
"I know nothing about that," said Desmond coldly, "he went--as far as I know--by himself. I was at his chambers to arrange his papers, and after I had done so, I left."
"Did no one call while you were there?"
"Yes," reluctantly.
"A lady?"