“Sure to be. He attends all the farmers round here. Hammond’s a tenant of mine and I can ride over to-morrow, if you like, and do the heavy landlord. As a matter of fact, it’ll probably be expected of me, sooner or later, so it won’t rouse any comment. I take it that you want to know what time Gregg was sent for, what time he arrived, and when he left, with a description of his car, if I can get it without rousing too much curiosity. Anything else?”
“No. I think that covers it. How long ought it to take him to reach the Hammonds?”
“If he left Whitbury at five-thirty he should arrive at Besley at five to six, and the farm is, roughly, five to ten minutes’ run from Besley. Say thirty to thirty-five minutes.”
“And if he took the corner of the lane running to Greycross and then Leslie’s farm on the way?”
“Give me a minute. That’s considerably more complicated.”
He took a pencil and made some notes on an old envelope.
“Just under the hour, I should say. Perhaps longer. That’s not allowing for getting out and going into the farm.”
“In that case, we’ll give the garages the go-by for the moment,” decided Fayre. “Time enough for them when we’ve discovered whether Gregg was at the Hammonds’ or not. It will be just as well to keep your man out of it, if possible.”
“Good. Then I’ll ride over to Willow Farm to-morrow and see what I can find out. By the way, did I tell you that Kean is coming down to-night? You can have the whole thing out with him to-morrow. He ought to be able to suggest something.”
Fayre gave an exclamation of surprise.