“You heard me, I believe.”
“You want to know why I didn’t go back to my house?”
“Exactly.”
“I don’t know—because I was more or less out of my head, I suppose.”
“You were anxious to know what had become of her, weren’t you?”
“Anxious!” The stiff lips wrenched themselves into something dreadfully like a smile.
“Yet from eleven o’clock on you never went near your house to ascertain whether she had come home or been brought home?”
“No.”
“You didn’t call up the police?”
“I told you I’d already called them up.”