“In which direction did the men go?”
“Northwards.” The sergeant walked a few yards down the road, expounding as he did so. “The car was pulled in to the side of the road here. There is the patch of sandy soil that the footsteps crossed, and that is the direction they were going in.”
“Which way was the car heading?”
“Towards Ashburton.”
“Were the lamps lighted?”
“Yes, sir. Small lamps, burning dimly, but good enough to show the car was there.”
“It was a dark night?”
“Very dark for the time of year.”
French nodded.
“Now when you came out here tell me what you did.”