“It did, but that doesn’t alter the fact that he might have been actually _at_ the farm when he saw the car the first time. We’ve only his word for it that he was at the corner of the lane. Personally, I don’t think he’s got brains enough to invent such an ingenious defence or enough pluck to commit a murder; but one never knows. A timid man sometimes kills in a moment of panic, from sheer fright at being discovered. We can’t afford to rule him out yet. Mrs. Draycott may have gone to the farm on her own account and been surprised there by the tramp; and he, in his turn, may have been surprised by the arrival of the man in the car and have killed her to stop her mouth.” “But there were two people in the car, going, and only one coming back.” “Remember, that’s according to the tramp himself. He’s the only person who saw the car the first time.” “Then we get back to the original problem,” said Sybil Kean. “Why did Mrs. Draycott go to the farm at all?” Fayre nodded. “That’s the real snag,” he agreed. “Still, I can’t help thinking that it all points to an appointment, probably with the driver of the car. Given that the tramp killed her, the man with the car may have kept his appointment, found her dead and cleared off, hence his haste.” “And where does Dr. Gregg come into all this?” asked Sybil Kean. “On very flimsy grounds at present, I’m glad to say, for the sake of your peace of mind! I can imagine it would be a little disquieting to find you’d got a murderer as your medical attendant!” Sybil Kean smiled lazily. “Poor Dr. Gregg! He is rather a bear, on the surface, but you’d be surprised how gentle he can be. You’ve got to be ill to see the best side of him. He’s not cold-blooded enough for a murderer.” Fayre looked at her in surprise. “Then what made you pitch on him as the person in whom I was interested? You said there was a reason.” “A very vague one. And I may be absolutely mistaken. It was more an impression I had.” “Let’s have it, anyway; then I’ll tell you what’s been worrying me. We may make something of it between us.” “It was really Mrs. Draycott. As soon as she heard his name she did nothing but ask questions about him. When he came here; where he came from; what was he like, and that sort of thing. I may have been wrong, but I had a distinct impression that she had met him before.” “Why didn’t she see for herself? She had plenty of opportunities. He came two or three times while she was staying here, didn’t he?” “That was the funny thing. I don’t believe she wanted to meet him. As a matter of fact, I chaffed her about her curiosity and suggested she should stroll casually into my room and have a look at him. She laughed and seemed quite ready to fall in with the idea, but she never came.” “Did you ever tackle him on the subject?”