round the car. He then went into the drawing-room, where Mrs. Manderson was.'
'Did that strike you as curious?'
Martin looked down his nose. 'If you ask me the question, sir,' he said with reserve, 'I had not known him enter that room since we came here this year. He preferred to sit in the library in the evenings. That evening he only remained with Mrs. Manderson for a few minutes. Then he and Mr. Marlowe started immediately.'
'You saw them start?'
'Yes, sir. They took the direction of Bishopsbridge.'
'And you saw Mr. Manderson again later?'
'After an hour or thereabouts, sir, in the library. That would have been about a quarter past eleven, I should say; I had noticed eleven striking from the church. I may say I am peculiarly quick of hearing, sir.'
'Mr. Manderson had rung the bell for you, I suppose. Yes? And what passed when you answered it?'
'Mr. Manderson had put out the decanter of whisky and a syphon and glass, sir, from the cupboard where he kept them—'
