Walters.
"I went as soon as Mr. Holymead passed me."
"How far were you from the house?"
"About sixty yards."
"And from that distance you could hear the voices?"
"Yes."
"Plainly?"
"Not very. I could hear the voices, but I couldn't hear what they
were saying."
"Were they angry voices?"
"They seemed to me to be talking loudly."
"Yet you couldn't hear what they were saying?"
"No; I was sixty yards away."
"You said in your evidence in chief that the talking continued half an
hour. Did you time it?"
"No."
"Then what made you swear that?"
"I said about half an hour. I smoked out a pipeful of tobacco while I was
standing there, and that would be about half an hour." Kemp disclosed his
broken teeth in a faint grin.
"What happened next?"
"I heard the front door slam, and I saw somebody walking across the
garden, and go into the carriage drive towards the gate."
"Did you recognise who it was?"
"Yes; Mr. Holymead." Kemp looked at the prisoner as he gave the answer.
"You swear it was the prisoner?"
"I do."
"Let me recall your evidence in chief, witness. You swore that you
identified Mr. Holymead as he went in because he struck a match to look
at the time as he passed you, and you saw his face.
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