"Maybe you're right, my lord. I didn't see it that way. What was the point about that candle?"
"I wondered how much he really did remember. If he's not sure about the candle, he may only have imagined the clock."
"That's so," said Kirk, slowly. He was not sure about the implications of this. Nor, to tell the truth, was Wimsey.
"He might," Harriet suggested softly in her husband's ear, "have lied about the time."
"So he might. The queer thing is that he didn't. Mrs. Ruddle's clock said the same."
"Hawkshaw the Detective, in Who Put Back the Clock?"
"Here!" said Kirk, exasperated; "look at that!"
Peter looked. Mrs. Ruddle, on the doorstep, was holding a kind of court among the reporters.
"Goodness!" said Harriet. "Peter, can't you take them away? Who was the chap who leapt into the g
