“In the middle of the road, sir—right opposite that statue in the Square gardens.”
“Did he say anything particular then?”
“No, sir. He walked sharply across, opened the door, said ‘Home’ and jumped in.”
“You didn’t notice anything unusual about him?”
“Nothing, sir—unless it was that he hung his head down rather as he came across—same as if he was thinking hard, sir.”
“You drove straight home to Portman Square, then. What time did you get there?”
“Exactly one o’clock, sir.”
“You’re certain about that time?”
“Certain, sir. It was just five minutes past one when I drove into our mews.”
“Now, then, be careful about this, Mountain. I want to know exactly what happened when you drove up to the house. Tell us in your own way.”