“I have told you that under those circumstances I do not believe I should have seen it.”
“If a car had been parked on the main driveway between the lodge gates and the cottage, with its lights out, you would not have seen that either, would you, Mr. Thorne?”
“Possibly not.”
“And you don’t for a moment expect to have twelve level-headed, intelligent men believe that a pair of murderers would park their car in a clearly visible position, with all its lights burning for any passer-by to remark, while they accomplished their purpose?”
“I object to that question!” panted Mr. Lambert. “I object! It calls for a conclusion, Your Honour, and is highly——”
“The question is overruled.”
“Very well, Mr. Thorne; that will be all.”
Mr. Lambert, who had been following these proceedings with a woebegone countenance from which the recent traces of elation had been washed as though by a bucket of unusually cold water, pulled himself together valiantly. “Just one moment, Mr. Thorne; the fact is that you didn’t see a car there, isn’t it?”
“That is most certainly the fact.”
“Thank you; that will be all.”