“Two or three times, sir; the last time was the night of the nineteenth of June.”
“At what time?”
“At about eight-thirty-five.”
“Where did you pick Mrs. Bellamy up?”
“At about a quarter of a mile beyond her house, toward the club. There’s a bus stop there, and she stepped out from some deep shadows at the side of the road and signalled me to stop.”
“Did you know Mrs. Bellamy by name at that time?”
“No, sir; I found out later. That’s when I learned where her house was too.”
“Was yours the first bus that she could have caught?”
“If she missed the eight o’clock bus. Mine was the next.”
“Did anything particularly draw your attention to her?”