Lawrence hesitated.
“It was in my pocket.”
“You took it with you to the Vicarage?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I always take it.”
He had hesitated again before answering, and I was absolutely sure that he was not speaking the truth.
“Why did you put the clock back?”
“The clock?”
He seemed puzzled.
“Yes, the hands pointed to 6:22.”
A look of fear sprang up in his face.
“Oh! that—yes. I—I altered it.”
Haydock spoke suddenly.
“Where did you shoot Colonel Protheroe?”
“In the study at the Vicarage.”
“I mean in what part of the body?”
“Oh!—I—through the head, I think. Yes, through the head.”
“Aren’t you sure?”