“And it was three quarters empty the next morning, wasn’t it?”
“How do I know?”
“Wasn’t it found beside your bed almost empty next morning, Mr. Farwell?”
“I don’t know. I’d taken a good deal of it.”
“Mr. Farwell, are you sure that you didn’t find that you had lost that cigarette lighter before nine-thirty—at a little after nine, say?”
“No, I told you that it was nine-thirty.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“I looked at my watch.”
“And just why did you do that?”
“Because I wanted to know the time.”