“Oh, no.”
“She countered such suggestions on your part, did she not, by saying that you would have to walk back, that it would be awkward for you to get away, and other excuses of that nature?”
“Yes. My wife knew that the pictures hurt my eyes, and she never urged me to——”
“No, never mind that, Mr. Bellamy. Please confine yourself to yes or no, whenever it is possible. It will simplify things for both of us. It would have been entirely possible for your wife to injure that tire in order to keep you from accompanying her, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Now, Mr. Bellamy, I want to get this perfectly correctly. You claim that at nine-thirty you were on the River Road twelve miles from Orchards. Do you mean twelve miles by way of the back road, Rosemont and the Perrytown Road?”
“Yes.”
“Retracing your way over the route that you had previously taken?”
“Yes.”
“But surely you know that there is another and shorter route from Lakedale to Orchards, Mr. Bellamy?”