“Just a moment, I’ll consult my day-book.”
“She have an appointment?”
“No.”
“All right, take a look at your book.”
Imogene returned to her desk, secured her day-book, opened it, slid her finger down the page. “Mrs. Cornish came in at two-twenty Monday afternoon. She stayed until three-fifteen.”
“She didn’t have an appointment?”
“No.”
“Stranger to you?”
“Yes.”
“Know anything about her business?”