“Oh, soon after eleven.”
“Sure.”
“I can’t be certain to ten minutes or so. The pubs hadn’t closed when I left Knoleworth. What the devil does it matter, anyhow?”
It mattered a great deal. Robinson could testify that Elkin did not cross Steynholme bridge “soon after eleven.”
“Nothing much,” was the answer. “You see, I’m anxious to find out who might be stirring at that hour, an’ you know everybody for miles around. I’d like to fix your journey by the clock, if I could.”
“Dash it all, man, I was full to the eyes. There! You have it straight.”
“Were you out on Monday night?”
“The night of the murder?”
“Yes.”
“I left the Hare and Hounds at ten, and came straight home.”