“Pitch-dark, it was, nearly. I couldn’t ’ave recognized the Prince of Wales in all ’is feathers.”
“You’ve no idea of the colour of the car, or how many people were in it?” persisted Grey.
“You can’t see no colours in the dark. There was two people in it, though, unless one was the shofer. It come close to me, takin’ the turn, and I see the two heads. I did think one was a woman, but I don’t know why. It was pretty dark.”
“It went up to the farm, you say?”
“I don’t know where it went. How should I? It went up the lane, like I told you.”
“What time was this?”
“Just before I went along the road to the Lodge. About an hour after I lay down at the corner.”
“You are sure of the time, more or less?”
The tramp groaned.
“I don’t carry no watch, mister. Anyway, they couldn’t ’ave seen me, so it don’t prove nothing, either way.”