"How and when did you arrive?"
"I don't know the exact time. Never thought of looking at my watch," Hammond offered. "I came out in my own roadster—that tan Stutz you may have noticed in the driveway. As for how I entered the house, I leaped upon the porch and opened a door of the solarium. I walked across the solarium, saw Polly just finishing with bridge for the afternoon, and beckoned to her. She joined me in the solarium, and we stayed there until Karen screamed.... That's all."
"Have you been engaged long, Mr. Hammond—you and Miss Beale?" Dundee asked, as if quite casually.
"Nearly a year,—if it's any of your business, Dundee!"
"And just when had you seen Miss Beale last, before late this afternoon?" Dundee asked.
"I refuse to answer!" Hammond flared. "That at least is none of your damned business!"
"I believe I can answer my own question, Mr. Hammond," Dundee said very softly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Then why ask me?" Hammond shrugged, but his eyes flickered toward Polly Beale.