“Not to the law—but to me, he is excused because he is your brother——”
“Yes, my brother—my little Buddy—oh, Manning, I can’t face it!”
“You weren’t there, too—at the time?”
“At the time of the murder? Oh, no!” Phyllis’ eyes were wide with horror.
“Do you know that Louis was there?”
Pollard pressed the question, glad that Phyllis had abandoned pretense, and was telling truths.
“Yes, I do.” The pained eyes looked beseechingly into his. “I have the evidence of an eye-witness—or, nearly.”
“What do you mean by nearly?”
“Why, somebody else was there, who didn’t see Louis, but who heard him—or, rather, heard Mr Gleason talking to him.”
“Is that all? Phyllis, that isn’t enough to convict Louis!”