His cheek lost its ruddiness, and took on a sickly white which did not leave it again as long as the interview lasted.
"You had no team?
How then did you manage to reach home in time to make your way back to Cuthbert Road by half-past eleven ?" "I didn't go home.

I went straight across the golf-links.

If fresh snow hadn't fallen, you would have seen my tracks all the way to Cuthbert Road." "If fresh snow had not fallen, we should have known the whole story of that night before an hour had passed.

How did you carry those bottles ?" "In my overcoat pockets.

These pockets," he blurted out, clapping his hands on either side of him.
"Had it begun to snow when you left the clubhouse ?" "No." "Was it dark ?" "I guess not; the links were bright as day, or I shouldn't have got over them as quickly as I did." "Quickly?
How quickly ?" The district attorney stole a glance at the coroner, which made Sweetwater advance a step from his corner.
"I don't know.