“To the gardener’s cottage?”
“Yes.”
“Was she there?”
“No.”
“How did you know that she wasn’t there, Mr. Farwell?”
“Because there wasn’t any car, nor any music either.”
There was a surly defiance in Farwell’s tone that the prosecutor blandly ignored.
“Did you go into the cottage?”
“No; it was locked.”
“What did you do then?”