"He was _not_."
The stress had no significance for Ally. Her brain was utterly
bewildered.
"Well. You say you were never anywhere with Greatorex before December.
You were not with him in--when was it, Mary?"
"August," said Mary. "The end of August."
Ally simply stared at him in her white bewilderment. Dates had no
meaning as yet for her cowed brain.
He helped her.
"In the Three Fields. On a Sunday afternoon. Did you or did you not go
into the barn?"