“He is mistaken,” Olive’s voice was confident, and had in it a ring of indignation, “by three o’clock, or very little after, I was at Mrs. Russell’s.”
“Was Mr. Manning there?”
“No; he expected to come later, after he had attended to some business.”
“What was the business?”
“I do not know, but it must have been somewhere in the vicinity of the Puritan Building, for he was near there when I arrived.”
“At what time was that?”
“I don’t know exactly, perhaps half-past three or a little later. I had been at Mrs. Russell’s but a few moments when Mr. Talcott telephoned me there.”
“How did he know you were there?”
“He called up Miss Clark first, and she told him.”
“Your friends, then, aided and abetted you in deceiving your guardian?”