‘What time did he leave his hotel?’
‘At seven-thirty.’
‘He called me at ten past ten. I wonder what he was doing for two hours and forty minutes here. Have you any idea?
‘I suppose he was looking over the house. I wish you would go after your friend and help him. Mr. Dedrick might be lying in the grounds—hurt.’
I began to get the idea that she wanted to get rid of me.
‘I’ll stick around until the police come. We don’t want you kidnapped.’
‘I—I don’t think I can face any more of this. I’ll go bock to the hotel,’ she said, her voice suddenly husky. ‘Will you tell them, please? I’ll see them at the hotel.’
‘I think it would be better to wait until they come,’ I said quietly.
‘No; I think I’ll go. He—he may be at the hotel. I think I ought to go.’
As she turned, I caught her wrist