"Well, what reason should he have for coming to it at any time? Yet you know he came in the daytime."
It was the turn of Max to remain silent. There was a long pause, and then Carrie went on:
"I used to sleep in a little attic over the outhouse, just a corner of the roof it was. And twice at night I have heard a noise underneath, and looked through the cracks in the boards and seen a man down there, with a light. And each time, when the light was put out and the noise had stopped, I have gone downstairs and found the doors bolted still on the inside."
"Well, the place seems to be honeycombed with ways in and ways out. The strange man either went out by some way even you knew nothing about, or else Mrs. Higgs let him out."
"No, she didn't. I should have heard or seen her."
"Well, but what reason can you have for supposing that this man was Mr. Dudley Horne?"
"Once I saw his face," answered Carrie.
"And you think it was the face of this man here beside you?"
Max struck a light and held it over the face of the unconscious Dudley. Carrie looked at him steadily.
"Well," she said at last, "it did look like him, that's all I can say."