Chapter 49

“You took it for granted?” “I may have.” “But wasn’t it obvious that she couldn’t do it?” “I don’t know. It—it all depended.” “On what?” “On—on the traffic we met.” “Didn’t it depend upon what pace you went?” “I suppose so—to some extent.” “Almost entirely, Lady Alathea?” “To a great extent.” “Exactly. And is that why it never occurred to you that Miss Deodore was not going home?” Alathea looked round helplessly. The Judge laid down his pen. “Listen,” he said. “Miss Deodore usually went home—to dinner, about seven …