"I'll help you!" offered Vicky. "Practically anyone could, I should think."
"Yes, that's a lot of use," said the Inspector.
"Well, I could have," she suggested. "Easily! The only thing is that I've never shot with it, so I shouldn't think I'd have managed to kill my stepfather."
"Tell me this, miss!" said the Inspector suddenly. "When you heard that shot, just exactly where were you?"
"Oh, I was round the bend in the stream! And I didn't hear or see anyone, and my dog didn't bark, or cock his ears, or anything, and have I got to say it all over again?"
"Didn't you think it was a bit odd, anyone shooting in the shrubbery?"
"No, because actually I didn't think about it. You often hear shots in the country, you know, and it might easily have been Mr. White, or someone, shooting a rabbit."
"You weren't within sight of the bridge?"
"No, round the bend. I told you. And then I wandered up one of the paths, climbing the hill, and it wasn't till I heard Janet crying, that it dawned on me that something had gone wrong. But why on earth you worry about me when you've got the Prince right under your nose, absolutely asking to be arrested, I can't imagine. He could have taken the rifle as easily as I could."
"Not on Sunday afternoon," said Mary, who had just come out of the drawing-room.