“You told some one else the Hotel Plaza.”
“Yes; I have lived at both addresses. Why?”
The “why” was disconcerting. After all, Cray thought, he was not a census taker.
He gave up getting past history, and said, briefly,
“Were you at Doctor Waring’s house Sunday evening?”
“Not evening,” she returned, looking thoughtful. “I was there Sunday afternoon.”
“And went back again, late in the evening—to see Doctor Waring, in his study.”
“Why do you say that?” she asked quietly, but a small red spot showed on either olive cheek.
“Because I must. How well do you—did you know the Doctor?”
“Know Doctor Waring? Not at all. I never saw him in my life until I came here to Corinth.”