Kirby Lane did not move a muscle of his body, but excitement grew in him, as he waited, eyes narrowed, for the answer.
"At 9.20."
"How do you know the time so exactly?"
"Well, sir, I was windin' the clock for the night."
"Sure your clock was right?"
"Yes, sir. I happened to check up on it when the court-house clock struck nine. Mebbe it was half a minute off, as you might say."
"Describe the man."
Hull did, with more or less accuracy.
"Would you know him if you saw him again?"
"Yes, sir, I sure would."