“Then I understand that you spoke to no one except the person with whom you had the appointment?”
“No one.”
“Who was that person, Mr. Leslie?”
“Lady Cynthia Bell.”
Leslie spoke with obvious reluctance and there was a rustle as the crowd turned, sheep-like, to stare at Cynthia.
“And you parted at five o’clock?”
“Thereabouts.”
“Why didn’t you return to the farm after leaving the Galston copse?”
“I had been working all day and I needed exercise.”
“Farm work is fairly heavy work, Mr. Leslie, even at this time of year. According to your account, you must have walked a good twelve miles between five o’clock and eight. Had you no other reason for making such a wide detour?”