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THE WEATHER favoured them next morning. The sun rose in a halo of autumn mist; the sky was cloudless. Richardson stopped the car a hundred yards short of the bungalow.
“Now, Mr Aitkin, I want you to look round. The murder took place on a morning very like this and at about the same hour. You and I get out of the car and make for the bungalow. Who would see us? There isn’t a soul in sight. Who would even notice the car unless he were looking for it?”
“Schoolboys seeing a smart car would stop to have a look at it, but schoolboys don’t come in this direction: they’re to be found at the other end of the settlement.”
“So that’s one point established. A stranger could have arrived at the bungalow that morning without being seen. Now let us have a look at the wheel tracks of the car that c
