Macdonald nodded. “Thanks for the recital. The trouble is there’s no means of proving it. You didn’t meet anyone at any stage of your walk, I suppose?”
“Not once I’d cleared the estate—about mid-day that would be. Once on the moor I might have been the only soul in creation. Same with Keston. He went up through the deer park, by a more orthodox route than the one I came by, and through the gates on the border of the estate. Of course he didn’t meet anyone. If we’d only been at the other end of the estate, and come up the drive—well, we might have seen something that would have helped you, but neither of us was within a mile of the Hermit’s Cave.”
“What do you make of Keston?”
Lockersley shrugged his heavy shoulders. “Not much. He dislikes me, for one thing. When I’m anywhere about he em
