“You’ve got a sister, haven’t you?” he said at last.
She hesitated, then she said, “Yes; but we haven’t seen each other for a very long time.”
“How long? Why haven’t you?”
“Four or five years, I forget exactly. Marian and I didn’t get on so well. She’d got ideas about how I should live. We didn’t quarrel, but she kept having ideas. So we split when Father died.”
Fenner said gently, “You’re lying. If you hadn’t seen each other for that length of time, why did she come to me all fussed because you were missing?
Two little patches of red burnt in Glorie’s cheeks. “I didn’t know she came to you. Who are you, anyway?”
“Never mind who I am. When did you last see Marian?”
Glorie looked sulky. “I was in New York with Harry. We ran into each other. It was about a couple of weeks ago. I was up there on a trip. Marian wanted me to come to her hotel. I said I would, because she was so insistent. I had Harry with me. It was awkward. Marian wouldn’t stand for Harry, so I gave her the slip and came back to Florida.”
Fenner came over and sat on the bed. “Either you’re telling a lot of lies, or else there’s somethin’ I’ve missed in all this,” he said.
Glorie shook her head from side to side. “I’m not lying,” she said. “Why should I?”