He did not even wince when the district attorney proceeded to elicit from the prisoner that he was a good walker, not afraid in the least of snow-storms and had often walked, in the teeth of the gale twice that distance in less than half an hour.

Now, as the storm that night had been at his back, and he was in a hurry to reach his destination, it was evidently incumbent upon him to explain how he had managed to use up the intervening time of forty minutes before entering the hotel at half-past eleven.
"Did you stop in the midst of the storm to take a drink ?" asked the district attorney.
As the testimony of the landlord in Cuthbert Road had been explicit as to the fact of his having himself uncorked the bottle which the prisoner had brought into the hotel, Arthur could not plead yes.

He must say no, and he did.
"I drank nothing; I was too busy thinking.

I was so busy thinking I wandered all over those links." "In the blinding snow ?" "Yes, in the snow.

What did I care for the snow?
I did not understand my sister being in the club-house.