“Yes.” She turned and looked at Macdonald with a frown of concentration. “You’re being clever over this—much cleverer than the Superintendent. You’ve thought it out much more clearly than I could have myself. The upshot is that if I’d used my brains that way, I could have argued out that Father might go to the hull for a post and a mall after the fox hunt was over—but I didn’t.”
“Was there any way you could have known when the fox hunt was over and the guns dispersed?”
“No. I might have noticed that there were no more shots—but that might have indicated that they were beating for another fox. As it happened I didn’t notice the shots at all. Until about half-past three I was helping lift potatoes, and the noise of the tractor prevented me hearing anything else. Then I came back here and s
