"Yes--so she says--some time ago. This is her second visit."
"Her third, more like," muttered Arnold, in his beard.
"We can't be sure of that," said Tod rapidly.
"For Heaven's sake, tell me what you mean," cried Haskins, jumping up in his turn, "my nerves are wearing thin with all this suspense."
"Well then," began Macandrew, shuffling with his papers, "it's this way. Mr. Arnold here was going about the country in his caravan, selling books, and reached Belldown on the same day that Mavis fled."
"Mavis fled at night."
"Well, well," cried Macandrew testily, "you know what I mean. Arnold was at Belldown on the day of the night when Mavis fled and the murder was committed. Is that plain enough?"
"Yes. Go on, Toddy. Don't be a silly ass."
"I am your solicitor just now and not your pal," said Tod, with great dignity; "well then, while wandering about Belldown, Arnold saw two ladies in a motor car. One was driving and one was being driven."
"And they were----"