“Why?”
“I don’t know—I just wanted to know.”
“It was very convenient that it happened to be just nine-thirty, wasn’t it?”
“I don’t know what you mean; it wasn’t convenient at all, if it comes to that.”
“You don’t? And you don’t see why it was convenient that you happened to call up the Dallas house at about ten minutes to ten, assuring them thereby that you were safe at home in your pajamas?”
“No, I don’t.”
“You have a Filipino boy who works for you, haven’t you, Mr. Farwell?”
“Yes.”
“Was he in the house after Mr. Burgoyne went on to the poker party?”
“No; he goes home after he finishes the dinner things—around half-past eight usually.”