“What!” he cried.
“Yes, just that. You know a lot about the matter that you haven’t told,—so you can just out with it!”
“Me? I don’t know anything.”
“Now, now, the thing is too thin. How could Binney get in here, and then his murderer come in and have the whole shooting-match pulled off in the short time it would take you to run Vail up to the tenth floor and drop your car down again?”
“But—but, you see, I—I stood quite a while talking to Mr Vail after we stopped at his floor.”
“What’d you do that for?”
“Why, we were talking about the book I was reading——”
“You were both talking—or you were talking to him?”
“I guess that’s it. I was so crazy about the book I’d talk to anybody who’d listen, and Mr Vail was real good-natured, and I guess I let myself go——”
“And babbled on, till he was bored to death and sent you away.”