"Did anyone leave the terrace between then and one o'clock?"
"Mrs. Chudleigh went away. Oh, and Mr. Guest went indoors for a few minutes to fetch his tobacco."
"Would you say that was before Mrs. Chudleigh left, or after?"
"I don't know. I can't quite remember. Before, I think but I'm not sure."
"Was Mr. Guest gone long?"
"Oh no, not more than a minute or two. He just went up to his room to get his pouch, that was all."
"Had he returned when Mrs. Chudleigh got up to go.?"
"I really can't remember, Inspector. I'm not even sure that she didn't go first. I wasn't paying much attention."Fay said, a little breathlessly.
"Try and remember, Lady Billington-Smith, whether Mr. Guest was on the terrace when the butler came ow with the cocktails."
"Oh, I think he must have been! I don't exactly remember, but I know he was only away a very little while," Fay said. "I'm sorry to be so vague. You must forgive me, but — this has been a dreadful shock to me and I find it very hard to — to think back over what happened yesterday."