“But you didn’t believe that?”
“Well, not exactly.”
“You went over to the parking lot again?”
“I looked around there, yes.”
“And then you went to Mr. Tidings’ club?”
There was a distinct pause before Mrs. Tump said, “Yes.”
“And somewhere along the line,” Sergeant Holcomb said triumphantly, “you found out where Tidings was. You followed him out to the home of his wife, where the body was found, and you had your last conversation with him there, didn’t you, Mrs. Tump?”
She met his eyes then with indignant denial. “I did nothing of the sort,” she said. “You have absolutely no right to make such a statement. I can make trouble for you on that.”
“Where were you at one o’clock Tuesday afternoon?”
“Why, I… I’d have to think… Wait a minute. I was at my hairdresser’s. I had a twelve-thirty appointment.”