"You mean," she said, "Sarratt End has been found out?"
"If you put it that way. I saw the Powells at the station."
(She breathed freely.)
"They told me they'd taken rooms at some farm here."
"Which farm?"
He didn't remember.
"Was it Woodman's Farm?" she asked. And he said, Yes, that was the name they'd told him. Whereabouts was it?
"Don't you know?" she said. "That's the name of your Farm."
He had not known it, and was visibly annoyed at knowing it now. And Agatha herself felt some dismay. If it had been any other place but Woodman's Farm! It stared at them; it watched them; it knew all their goings out and their comings in; it knew Rodney; not that that had mattered in the least, but the Powells, when they came, would know too.
She tried to look as if that didn't matter, either, while they faced each other in a silence, a curious, unfamiliar discomposure.