Neither he nor any one else, unless it were Moffat, could tell whither this tale tended.
While she held the straight course which had probably been laid out for her, he failed to object; but he could not prevent the subtle influence of her voice, her manner, and her supreme beauty on the entranced jury.
Nevertheless, his pencil was busy; he was still sufficiently master of himself for that.
Mr.Moffat, quite aware of the effect which was being produced on every side, but equally careful to make no show of it, put in a commonplace question at this point, possibly to rouse the witness from her own abstraction, possibly to restore the judicial tone of the inquiry.
"How did you leave the stable-door ?" "Open." "Can you tell us what time it was when you started ?" "No.

I did not look.

Time meant nothing to me.

I drove as fast as I could, straight down the hill, and out towards The Whispering Pines.

I had seen Adelaide in her window as I went flying by the house, but not a soul on the road, nor a sign of life, near or far.