“From my window.”
“Where was he when you saw him?”
“Coming down the hill-side from the direction of Markenmore Hollow, sir. He was walking along the side of a fence.”
“How far away from you?”
“About a hundred yards.”
“Mr. Harborough, until the day before, had been away from Markenmore for seven years. Weren’t you very much surprised to see him there?”
“No, sir, I wasn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’d heard that he’d got home again—heard it the night before. I’d been down to the village and everybody knew he’d got home.”
“And you are certain that the man you saw was Mr. Harborough?”