"Well, yes, he could have entered through the gardenhall, or the morning-room, or the library. They both have French windows. But he'd still have run the risk of walking into one of the servants."
"Then it boils down to this, miss: you can't think of anyone other than yourself or Miss Fanshawe who could have taken the rifle."
"Not on Sunday," Mary said. "And there's no point in going back farther than that, is there?"
"Have you got something in your mind, miss?" said Hemingway, watching her.
"No, not really. Only that I do know of one person who was in the gun-room on Saturday morning. But it isn't helpful, I'm afraid."
"You never know. Who was it, miss?"
"Mr. White. My cousin had lent him a shot-gun, and he brought it back on his way to work on Saturday. I didn't see him myself, but Mrs. Carter told me about it."
"Did Mr. White go into the gun-room, then?"
"Yes, he did."
"Alone, miss?"