“Yes; you were reading one this evening? Where is it? Let me see it.”
Slightly embarrassed at Corson’s manner, Bob got the book and passed it over.
“‘Murder Will Out.’ H’m——Say, Mr. Bates, do you know where your uncle spent the evening?”
“I do not.” Richard was not at all pleased with Corson’s way, and he had turned sullen.
“No idea? Have you, Miss Prall?”
“I’ve an idea, but I suppose you want only definite statements. Such I cannot give.”
“Well, well, what do you know about it? Remember, evasion or refusal to answer is by no means a point in your favor.”
“What! Are you implying there’s anything in my disfavor? Am I being questioned as a possible suspect?”
“Lord, no, madam! Don’t jump at conclusions.”
“She didn’t!” put in Eliza Gurney. “Seems to me you’re an addlepated young fellow for a detective.”