“So you were absolutely alone in the house?”
“Absolutely.”
“Your car was outside, wasn’t it?”
“It was in the garage.”
“It never entered your head when you missed that lighter, the loss of which concerned you so deeply, to get into that automobile and take the five- or ten-minute drive to Orchards to recover it?”
“It certainly didn’t.”
“You didn’t do anything of the kind?”
“Look here, I’ve already told you about twenty times that I didn’t, haven’t I?” Mr. Farwell’s voice was straining perilously at the leash.
“I didn’t remember that I’d asked you that before. At what time did you first hear of this tragedy, Mr. Farwell?”
“You mean the—murder?”