“It seems to me, sir, as ye know as much about the business as I do,” broke in Marsh.
“Were you in the Square or in Sloane Street?”
“In Sloane Street, of course. Right away from the Square.”
“Not so very far away, surely.”
Foxey was doubtful. His memory was hazy, and he feared lest he should be mistaken. “No, no,” he said quickly, “not far, but still well in the street.”
“Were there many people about?”
“You could ’ardly tell, sir; it was that foggy and nasty. If the lydy ’ad bin dead nobody would ’ave noticed ’er that night.”
“Did any one besides yourself see the gentleman carrying the lady into the cab?”
“I think not. I don’t remember anybody passin’ at the time.”
“Did the gentleman keep your cab waiting long at the kerb before he brought the lady out?”