“He’s a lawyer.”
“Where is his office?”
“That I don’t know.”
“Of course not,” muttered Nick.
“Now, then, Mrs. Lock, you thought you saw your husband shoot that girl?[{54}]”
“God help me! Yes.”
“Describe exactly what you saw.”
“When I first went to the window, and sat down in plain view, I did not notice the office on the opposite side of the street.
“The boy said Mr. Woodford would not be gone ten minutes, and I looked at my watch to see whether he told the truth.”
“Good!” exclaimed Nick. “What time was it?”