"Yes, your—yes, ma'am," he replied. "Of New York."
"Your father is Mr. Emerson King? Are you the brother of Adele King?"
Truxton stared. "Have you been interviewing the police?" he asked before he thought.
"The police? What have you been doing?" she cried, her eyes narrowing.
"Most everything. The police know all about me. I'm a spotted character. I thought perhaps they had told you about me."
"I asked if you were Adele's brother."
"I am."
"I've heard her speak of her brother Truxton. She said you were in South America."
He stared the harder. Could he believe his ears?
She was regarding him with cool, speculative interest. "I wonder if you are he?"