“For an hour and a half?”
“Just about. She left at seven, and it takes me about twenty-five minutes from the church.”
“H’m. Mrs. Hathaway can corroborate this?”
“Oh, no—she didn’t know I was there.”
“Is there anyone who can corroborate this account of your movements?”
“I’m afraid not. Mrs. Barton and Agnes were out—that is, Agnes was supposed to be out. Did she go after she’d finished eavesdropping?”
“Yes, she went.”
“Then I’m afraid you’ll just have to take my word for it—or not.”
Lamb tapped on the table. He thought Mr. Hathaway was a very cool hand. Odd story that about his going into the church to listen to his wife playing the organ. Might be the best cover-up he could think of—might go down with a jury, if it ever came to that—might even be true. He frowned and asked what Mr.
