"To Kershaw, eventually. But we turn off to the right."
"I remember that. How long do you reckon it takes you to drive from Palings to Stilhurst?"
"Ten minutes, possibly a little less."
"You're very helpful," said the Inspector. "Whereabouts is Oaklands Farm?"
"Towards Kershaw. Do you want me to take you there?"
"No, but it's put me in mind of another thing I want to ask you. They tell me you were at that shoot on Saturday. What do you reckon were the rights of that little mix-up?"
"Oh, lord, are you on to that?" said Hugh. "I don't believe it has the least bearing on the case. Carter was just the sort of vague ass who would stray about and get himself shot."
"Is that so? Well, it's a wonder to me there aren't more accidents at shoots. Where does that lane lead to?"
"A farm. It's a dead end."
"Oh! Not much traffic down it?"