“You didn’t happen to hear a motor car go by last night, did you?” Nick asked carelessly.
“What time?”
“Between ten and eleven.”
“No, I didn’t,” Dugan vouchsafed, with stolid countenance. “The best road is on t’other side of the river. Did you, Morley?”
The last was addressed to one of the men at the table. He shook his head and glanced at his companion, replying readily:
“No, I heard none. Did you, Conroy?”
“What time did you say?” questioned Conroy, gazing. “I’m a bit deaf, you know.”
“Between ten and eleven,” said Nick, with voice raised.
“A motor car?”
“Yes.”