“Oh, he was alone, right enough, just as before,” replied Pegge.
“How far away were you from him?”
“Twenty-five or thirty yards.”
“Where did he go that time?”
“Walked down the side of a big holly-hedge towards the same door that I reckon he’d come out of.”
“Could he be seen from the house?”
“No—I reckon not,” said Pegge. “There’s a thick belt of trees—beeches, just come into leaf—between the house and those gardens.”
“You saw him pass that?”
“Saw him go into it,” said Pegge. “Once through it, he’d be close to that side-door I spoke of.”
“I suppose you know the Dower House pretty well, Pegge?” asked Blick.