"Anything else?"
Her eyes sought Timothy's; he said quietly: "Don't be silly, darling! What, if anything, did you hear?"
"It wasn't anything, really. I thought I recognised Mr.. Butterwick's voice. But I may easily have been mistaken! I wasn't paying much attention!"
Hemingway nodded. "And after that?"
Again she hesitated. "Well, Lord Guisborough arrived! But I knew he was expected: the servants were talking about it earlier in the day. There has been a lot of speculation amongst them about - well, about his intentions! I heard him holding forth - I mean, I heard him talking to Thrimby!"
"Do you know when Mr.. Butterwick left the house?" She shook her head. "Or when Lord Guisborough left?"
"No. He was still with Mrs. Haddington when I myself left: I saw his coat hanging up in the hall."
Hemingway glanced down at his own notes. "All right. Now let's get back to your second visit to the house. How long did you have to wait at Earl's Court for a train?"
"I didn't. I was lucky - in fact, I had to sprint to catch the train."
"How long do you reckon the train journey usually takes you?"