“What did he say over the telephone?” I asked.
“Said that a someone named Framley had sent a letter to Corla Burke. He wanted me to find this Framley and ask about what was in it. Said it had seemed to upset Miss Burke.
“I didn’t have anything whatever to work on. It took me half a day to locate this party. She’s living in an apartment, has only been here for two or three weeks. She said she didn’t know anything about it, that she didn’t know any Corla Burke, that she hadn’t sent any letter, and, therefore, couldn’t help me in the least.”
“Then what?”
“That’s all there is.”
“Did Miss Framley seem frightened or evasive?”
“No, just frankly told me she didn’t know anything at all about it. Seemed rather bored.”
“Do you know Corla?” I asked.
His eyes shifted, not to his mother this lime, but to Eloise. “I’ve met her. Philip introduced me.”
“You knew, of course, that she and Philip were planning on getting married?”