“No,” was the reply, but the youth went white.
Belknap studied his face, feeling sure that to go white was not absolutely unusual with the young man. He was apparently anaemic, unstrung, and very emotional. His lips twitched, and he curled and uncurled his fingers.
As a matter of fact, Belknap was looking toward Louis as a possible suspect. Though, as yet, he had no reason for such a suspicion.
“I do,” said Phyllis Lindsay, speaking for the first time during this discussion. “I know he was intimate with some moving picture actresses. He had their photographs in his rooms.”
“When were you there last?” asked Belknap suddenly.
“I don’t know—about a week ago, I think. I called in one day to see a new picture Mr Gleason had just bought.”
Her face was slightly flushed, but she was cool and composed of manner. Belknap despaired of getting any real information here.
Doctor Davenport looked at Phyllis.
“Did you leave anything there?” he asked abruptly.
“Leave anything?” she repeated.