“Good heavens, yes. Lots of it in the library,” Mrs. Cranning said. “He worked there until all hours of the night.”
“Well, let’s take a look in the library. Which is closer?”
“The library.”
“Let’s go there first.”
“The bedroom’s been searched anyway,” Paul said. “He—”
Mrs. Cranning silenced him with a glance of savage disapproval.
Eva said in a low voice, “Let Mother do the talking dear.”
Mrs. Cranning, with considerable dignity, said, “Right this way,” and led the way into a spacious library. In the doorway, she made a little sweeping gesture with her hands as though turning the room over to the visitors and, incidentally, disclaiming all responsibility for herself.
Paul Hanberry looked at his watch, suddenly jerked to startled attention, said, “Gee, I forgot a telephone call,” and walked hastily toward the back of the house.
Almost instantly the attitude of the two women changed. Mrs. Cranning said in a more conciliatory voice, “Are you absolutely certain that he had the money with him?”