“He had a waterproof, khaki color—about the color of your own—with the collar up round his neck.”
“His hat?”
“His hat was a soft felt, dark, either brown or green, I couldn’t rightly say, with the brim turned down in front.”
“And his face? Man alive, you must have seen his face when he gave you the shilling.”
The driver stared helplessly. Then he answered:
“I couldn’t be sure about his face, not with the way he had his collar up and his hat pulled down. It was raining and blowing something crool.”
“Did the other man reply when the tall one spoke into the cab?”
“Didn’t hear no reply at all, sir.”
Inspector Willis thought for a moment and then started on another tack.
“Did you hear a shot?” he asked sharply.