“It might have been left there at some previous date?”
“Well, it might have been; but the food seemed pretty fresh, and there were some new twigs broken off, as though someone had pressed way back into the shrubbery.”
“I offer this box in evidence, Your Honour, not as of any evidential value, but merely to keep the record straight as to what was turned over by the police.”
“No objections,” said Mr. Lambert with that same surprising promptitude, his eyes following the shiny box somewhat hungrily.
“Very well, sergeant, that’s all. Cross-examine.”
“Did you examine the portion of the drive to the rear of the cottage, sergeant?” inquired Mr. Lambert with genial interest.
“Yes, sir.”
“Find any traces of tires?”
“No, sir.”
“No further questions,” intoned Mr. Lambert mellifluously.