She hesitated before replying, then indifferently she said:
"Yes, I knew him at one time. He introduced me to my husband."
"Where was that?"
"In New Haven, Conn."
"Up at the college, eh? How long have you known Mr. Underwood?"
Annie looked at her Inquisitor and said nothing. She wondered what he was driving at, what importance the question had to the case. Finally she said:
"I met him once or twice up at New Haven, but I've never seen him since my marriage to Mr. Jeffries. My husband and he were not very good friends. That is——"
She stopped, realizing that she had made a mistake. How foolish she had been! The police, of course, were anxious to show that there was ill feeling between the two men. Her heart misgave her as she saw the look of satisfaction in the captain's face.
"Ah!" he exclaimed. "Not very good friends, eh? In fact, your husband didn't like him, did he?"
"He didn't like him well enough to run after him," she replied hesitatingly.