"Gutter?... What does that?... Gutter--guttered--the candles! Don't they prove it happened at night?"
"They don't prove it; they suggest it. We don't know how long the candles were to start with. Noakes may have sat listening to the wireless till they burnt themselves out in the sockets. Thrift, thrift, Horatio. It was Mrs. Ruddle who said the wireless wasn't going--who put the time at between 9 and 9.30--just after Sellon and Noakes had been quarrelling. It's not awfully like Mrs. Ruddle to have gone away without hearing the end of the row, when you come to think of it. If you look at the thing in a prejudiced way, all her actions seem odd. And she had it in for Sellon, and sprang it on him beautifully."
"Yes," said Harriet, thoughtfully. "And, you know, she kept on sort of hinting thin
