“Oh, yes, I have,” Phyllis cried quickly. “I was there that day—I was, really. I just said I wasn’t—because——”
“Oh, come now,” Ivy smiled a little but she did not laugh. “What am I to think? You were there and you weren’t there! You’ve never been there and you were there that day! My goodness gracious!”
“I was there,” Phyllis said, looking at her coldly. “I said at first I wasn’t, for—for reasons of my own——”
“Yes, I know,” and Ivy nodded a sagacious head. “What are we going to do about it?”
Phyllis stared. “About what?”
“About the—the reason you said—you know——”
“Don’t! Don’t look like that! You’re uncanny. What do you know?”
“I don’t know anything. Do you?”
“About what?”
“About who killed Mr Gleason.”