"Mr. Fletcher, then, did not accompany you to the gate?"
"No," she faltered. "There was no reason why he should."
"Oh!" said Hannasyde. "Very well, Mrs. North: you hid behind a bush. Did you see who it was that entered the garden?"
"No, I didn't. I mean, in the dusk, and - and only being able to peer through the bush, I couldn't get a clear view. I only know it was a man. He looked quite ordinary, but he had a hat on, and I didn't see his face."
"What sort of hat, Mrs. North?"
"A Homburg, I think."
"Light or dark?"
She hesitated. "I think it was a light one."
"Did you happen to notice whether he carried a walking-stick?"
"No. No, I'm sure he didn't."