"Competent woman."
"Suppose he had had the horse all ready before he went to the Feathers—tied up to the fence, or something?"
"Yes; but if these Darley people are right, he didn't go from here to the Feathers; he came by car from the Wilvercombe side. And even if we allow that, he's still got to make rather over nine miles an hour to get to the Flat-Iron by two o'clock. I doubt if he could do it—though, of course, he might, if he leathered the poor beast like fury. That's why I said I'd like to do the ride."
"And the scream I heard may not have been the scream. I thought it was a gull, you know—and perhaps it was. I took about five minutes to gather my stuff together and come out into view of the Flat-Iron. You might put the death at 2.5, I think, if you felt you had to."
"All right.
