I fancy he will be relieved, though, to find that Jeff was three thousand miles away when the murder was committed." Only once during the drive home did Terry exhibit any interest in his surroundings, and that was when we passed through the village of Lambert Corners.

He made me slow down to a walk and explain the purpose of everyone of the dozen or so buildings along the square.

At "Miller's place" he suddenly decided that he needed some stamps and I waited outside while he obtained them together with a drink in the private back room.
"Nothing like getting the lay of the land," he remarked as he climbed back into the carriage.

"That Miller is a picturesque old party.

He thinks it's all tommy-rot that Radnor Gaylord had anything to do with the crime--Rad's a customer of his, and it's a downright imposition to lock the boy up where he can't spend money." For the rest of the drive Terry kept silence and I did not venture to interrupt it.