“Up on the downs, sir—Woodland Cottage; about two hundred yards from Markenmore Hollow.”
“How came you to see him—or anybody—at that early hour?”
“Nothing unusual in that, sir. I often get up at four o’clock—that is when the mornings get light. I keep a lot of fowls, and I get up to attend to them.”
“Was it light that morning—Tuesday?”
“Light enough, sir.”
“Light enough to see—how far?”
“Well, sir, when I looked out of my window I could see a lot. The Court here—the village—all that’s in front—and Withersley Beacon on one side and Pole Clump on the other. The morning was a particularly clear one—very fine.”
“And you saw Mr. Harborough?”
“I did, sir.”
“From your window?”