“Yes, he’s a fine suspect, but a bit intangible. Perhaps he wrote the note I signed!”
“Don’t jest, Philip. I’m—I’m so miserable.”
Phyllis bowed her face in her hands and cried softly.
“Don’t—don’t, Phyllis, darling. For heaven’s sake, keep out of the muddle.”
“But you dragged me into it! You came here checking up on my movements. Why did you do that?”
“I told you why. Because Ivy Hayes said you were there.”
“Oh, yes—so she did. I forgot that. Well—maybe I was—maybe I was——”
“Phyllis, hush. You’re talking wildly. And here’s another thing. Where was Louis that afternoon?”
“Phil Barry, you stop! Are you going to accuse the whole family? Why don’t you ask where Millicent was?”
“I ask about Louis because I’ve been told he was there.”