“Is this Mrs. Fulton?”
“That’s right.”
“Then you’ll pardon the question, Mrs. Fulton, but do you have a sister?”
“A sister?” she echoed.
“Yes.”
“Why, no.”
“A Miss Lucille Hart?” I insisted. “Isn’t she your sister?”
“I never heard of her. She’s certainly not my sister. I tell you, I have no sister.”
“I’m very sorry, then. There’s been some mistake,” I said, and hung up before she could ask for any explanation.