“She’s—we must find some place, Mr. Byrne!”
“She’s—what? Killed? Killed, you were going to say?”
“Yes; she’s been killed.”
“In Picardy, you mean? Where? How? Why, she was at her rooms two hours ago. Miss Wetherell told me; or was she lying to me?”
“I was at the rooms two hours ago,” Ruth said. “Miss Wetherell knows me as Cynthia Gail. I’ve been Cynthia Gail since January.”
“What do you mean? How?”
“Cynthia Gail died in January, Mr. Byrne.”
“What? How? Where?”
“She was killed—in Chicago.”
“That’s a lie! Why, I’ve been hearing from her myself.”