“It would have been absolutely impossible.”
“It could not have stood there without your seeing it?”
“Not possibly.”
“Nor have left without your hearing it?”
“Not possibly.”
“Did you hear or see such a car on that visit to the cottage, Mr. Phipps?”
“I saw no car and heard none.”
“Thank you, Mr. Phipps; that will be all.”
“Well, not quite all,” said Mr. Farr gently. Mr. Phipps shifted in his chair, his eyes under their dark brows luminous with apprehension. “Mr. Phipps, at what time did you reach your home on the night of the nineteenth of June?”
“I did not return to my home. It was closed, as my family—my wife and my two little girls—were staying at a little place on the Jersey coast called Blue Bay. I had taken a room at the Y. M. C. A.”