“Oh, she never did it,” wailed Millicent. “Never! Never! When I said she did, I was out of my head. Just at first, you know, I was so stunned I scarcely knew what I was saying.”
“Well, you know now. Was Miss Lindsay here at home at six o’clock that night?”
“I don’t know——”
“You do know. Answer.”
“Well, then, she wasn’t—but that doesn’t prove she was down in Washington Square!”
“Leave us to do the proving. You answer questions.”
“Now, don’t frighten the lady,” Lane advised, frowning at the detective’s manner. “She will answer your questions—or I will.”
“All right, then, you answer. What does Miss Lindsay want twenty thousand dollars for—and in a hurry, too?”
“Does she want that sum?”
“She does; and she’s bound to get it. Wants her inheritance right off. What for, I say?”