“Yes.”
“Who?”
“I did.”
“Ah! How far did you go?”
“Halfway down the grounds.”
“I suppose, then, that you succeeded in mixing up your tracks with those of the men who had Mr. Field with them?”
“I did not do that. I fancy that even though I am not a detective I am not wanting in common sense.”
“How did you avoid doing so?”
“By walking outside of the path. I thought that in all probability that you would want to examine the tracks, and so did all I could to see that they were kept distinct. I have kept the servants from coming here when they were desirous of doing so.”
“You did well. Few people show as much sense, but usually appear to do all they can to make it difficult, if not impossible, for a detective to get hold of a clew.”