"Is that your name?"
"Yes, my name's Robert Stannaway. No, Tisdall. It used to be Stannaway," he added, catching the sergeant's eye and feeling apparently that explanation was needed.
What the sergeant's eye said was "God give me patience!" What his tongue said was "It all sounds a bit strange to me, Mr. - er —»
"Tisdall."
"Tisdall. Can you tell me how the lady got here this morning?"
"Oh, yes. By car."
"By car, eh? Know what became of the car?"
"Yes. I stole it."
"You what?"
"I stole it. I've just brought it back. It was a swinish thing to do. I felt a cad so I came back. When I found she wasn't anywhere on the road, I thought I'd find her stamping about here. Then I saw you all standing around something — oh dear, oh dear!" He began to rock himself again.