“So far as I know,” she said, “that car’s only been out twice since they came, and that was to take Thomas home one time, and me another, the night of the storm. But it’s been out, just the same.”
“Wouldn’t the old man hear it?”
“He might and he mightn’t. Suppose it was rolled along the lane and started? He wouldn’t hear it there, would he?”
To support her contention she showed me a number of marks in the lane, certainly suspicious but by no means evidential. It is nothing unusual for motorists to strike into the woodland along the lane, under the impression that it is a public road, and to be brought up all standing at the house.
But against all this, at least as pointing to young Gordon as our possible criminal, is what is to me an insuperable obstacle. We know that the crimes are co
