“Not in the least.”
“Then tell me when it is a minute....”
“Now?” said she.
“Fourteen seconds!” he smiled.
“Fourteen seconds!” she exclaimed incredulously “It’s not possible.”
“You’re considerably above the average, Mrs. Winton. However, it depends much on what you’re doing at the moment. Last night when you were watching, not estimating, you probably were nearer right as to the interval. When, may I ask, did the driver reappear?”
“He didn’t reappear—at least that I saw; he may have come out of the house while I dozed.”
“Might not the man that you saw last have been he?”
“I’m perfectly sure it wasn’t. The driver was medium-sized and stout, this man was tall and slender. I couldn’t have been mistaken.”
Ranleigh nodded. Her story was testing up very well on the known points.