"Well, Larry was more or less constantly in and out of the room. He can't and couldn't keep still, as you can understand. I believe he put his head into the room about one thirty and spoke to me, now you mention it. But what is all this? What do you want to know now?"
H.M. waved his band. "Thank you, ma'am," he said sleepily. "That's all. Here, Sergeant, you just be a gent and escort Mrs. Antrim "
"And see that I don't confer with or communicate with anyone," the woman said sweetly, with a flashing grin over her shoulder. "I understand. You needn't worry. Larry and I won't concoct a story between us."
"— and ask Dr. Antrim if he'll just come down and see us," concluded H.M. woodenly. The woman gave us a polite nod; then Sergeant Davis's broad back blotted her out. H.M. remained twiddling his thumbs for a moment, after which he grunted and spoke cryptically:
"Y'know, that woman's got possibilities."
"I agree," said Evelyn.
"You got a temper, you have," said H.M., peering over at her. "I warned Ken he oughta look out for it. I say, what's put your back up so about that gal? She seemed nice and pleasant and attractive to me. No, don't answer. I can see your face gettin' pink. Point is, the first of the group has passed and done her mannequin-paces. Time for a first vote of the jury. What's the verdict on Elizabeth A.? Guilty or not guilty?"
"Not guilty," said Charters.
"Not guilty," said I.
"Me," observed Evelyn thoughtfully, "I reserve judgment. It seems, though, that at least one thing is established out of it. She's confirmed Stone, and his story is straight enough. I'm going to be very much interested to hear what her husband has to say: I mean our Liz's husband. There's just one thing I'm wondering about. Why didn't you ask her more about that counterfeit note?"