She grew white.
"No," she stammered. "At least, not exactly."
"What do you mean? Do you know anything about Vigil?"
"I—I'd rather not tell."
"Answer me," he said sternly.
For her only reply, she burst out crying, and cast another glance at Billy. Her father took her hand and led her away to the office.
"Now, Phebe, I want you to tell me about this," he said.
"Oh, no."
"Did you do anything to Vigil?"
"No."