“After one?”
“Later.”
“How do you know that it was later?”
“I don’t know—because the sky was getting lighter, I suppose.”
“You mean that dawn was breaking?”
“I suppose so.”
“You are telling us that you drove about until dawn?”
“I am telling you that I don’t remember what I did; it was all a nightmare.”
“Mr. Bellamy, why didn’t you go home to see whether your wife had returned?”
For the first time the eyes fixed on the prosecutor wavered. “What?”