“So then, your anger against Guy Markenmore died out?”
“Altogether! I began to see that I might have been mistaken, and that I had made a fool of myself.”
“Now supposing you had met Guy Markenmore again, what then?”
“I should have begged his pardon and offered to shake hands with him.”
“But—you never did meet him again?”
“Never! I have never seen Guy Markenmore, alive or dead, since I last saw him at Markenmore Vicarage some seven years and five months ago.”
Walkinshaw, in his turn, glanced at the jury. Then he nodded to his witness.
“Say, in your own fashion, what were your movements last Tuesday morning,” he said.
“I can tell that in a few words,” replied Harborough. “I returned home, after seven years’ absence, on Monday afternoon. I was somewhat excited by my home-coming, and by meeting two or three old friends and so on. I came to this house for one thing—and I did not sleep very well that night. Also, I am always a very early riser. As I couldn’t sleep, I got up at three o’clock, left my house, and went up the downs to the highest point. I came back by Markenmore Hollow and Woodland Cottage, and went home. I was in my own bedroom again at a quarter to five.”
“You never saw Guy Markenmore?”